Avatar: The Last Airbender Porn Story: The Undead

The Undead Ch4: In Hiding

Hello people, I just have to make one thing clear. I own Luchia but not Zuko. Alright? Luchia is a character I made up. Now, to the story:

Turns out Aang got worried and they all came out to search for me. Toph could hear me sobbing a distance away so they found me quickly. But by the time they found me, I was soaked with tears and was on the concrete.

“Luchia!” Katara cried, and she dashed over to my side. She helped me sit up and I was no longer crying. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

I took a breath, “I was outside earlier, you know, taking in a short walk. Simply getting some fresh air. Then this man creeps on me and claims he’s a….A vampire. Then he bit my back and told me I was his new pet. He warned me he was going to come and get me sometime today.”

My voice broke on the last word, but I stopped my body from crying. It felt as if my body could no longer cry…I felt drained.

“Who was he?”

“What did he look like?”

“Where did he go?”

Everyone was suddenly asking me questions that I couldn’t answer in the state I was in. I stood up and started walking and they followed along side of me.

“Don’t worry Luchia,” Sokka told me, messing with his boomerang. “We won’t let him get you.”

“Yeah!” Toph declared, and punched one of her palms violently. “No way can he get past us! Plus, I feel like kicking some vampire butt!”

Everyone cheered and agreed with her. But I stayed quiet. No way could five kids stop a grown vampire from getting his hands on me. No way. From the stories grandmother told me, it was seriously impossible. I’m not saying their weak or anything, you just can’t compare the two.

I just sighed and muttered in agreement, but little did I know, the known vampire was hiding in the shadows, smirking to himself all the while knowing I was right.

I walked in my room and every one was talking excitedly. They were talking about going back to sleep, and I silently agreed with the idea. All that crying wore me out.

So, the second I hit the cot, I was asleep.

I looked around to find I was in a room, and seated on a large, red, king sized bed. The room looked fancy, red walls, and fire nation emblem’s everywhere. There was a small table next to the bed that barely had enough room to fit a lit candle on it. The small flame made the lighting eerie.

“Do you approve, love?” I looked to my side to find the vampire lying next to me. He was playing with a strand of my coal black hair.

I gulped, and told myself this was just a dream.

“This is some dream, hmmm?” He murmured, his eyes on my hair. They seemed lighter than they did that night.

“Yeah.”

He frowned, his eyes changed darker. “You will not respond to me that way. You will call me master, not yeah.”

I just stared at him.

“One of these days you will learn to respect me,” He laughed, and I could not think of his evil plan of doing just that. “Yes, that’s right. You must fear me, little one. But you may also…Have feelings.”

He leaned in, close to my shaking and blushing cheek. His were breathing hot air onto my skin, making me shiver. I couldn’t help it.

He chuckled, “Yes, desire me, love. I will grant you permission of that.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek and nuzzled my skin.

“I simply cannot wait until we can be really together, pet.” His voice sent fear through my body, out of nowhere. I suddenly felt afraid.

“And you were right, I can easily get past your human friends. Especially if I was going to get you.” He mumbled, his lips barely grazing my blazing cheek.

“It is morning, you must now awaken. I look forward to when I can suck your blood, love.”

And with that, I awoke.

I woke up but had to squint my eyes for the light was blinding my eyes. I could hear my group talking in another room. I sat up, my vision blurry and the dream came back to me.

But the scariest thing was, I usually never remembered my dreams. I would have the best dreams, and begged not to wake up, but I would wake up and not even remember it. The same with nightmares.

I got up, and saw my reflection in a mirror in my room. I saw me, but I was not pretty. My hair was tangled and a mess, and my eyes were red from crying. My skin was pale and my cheeks had too much color in them.

Every time I closed my eyes, I would feel his breath on my cheek and his feathery kisses. I could feel his intense gaze and his touch. And every time I thought of him, I got scared.

But, also, every time I thought of him, I got…Excited? Like, a rush of excitement would run through my body making my normal breathing increase and my palms would feel different.

I must admit, he was very good looking, but something could look good and also be very evil. So that whole morning I walked around like a zombie and everyone else knew what I was thinking.

I was dead.