The Coffee Vampires

The Coffee Vampires

A tale of immortals among the mortals

This story is about two adult immortals, playing with recreational virginity.

If you don’t like the concept; don’t read it.

The Story

We live forever. Not just forever. Always. We move in and out of this system, like ghosts that have no fears of being anything we want. We heal from wounds, and even actual bullets wouldn’t harm us.

This season, we are masquerading as coffee vampires, and experimenting with recreational virginity. It’s the life. We have to make the best of it. Some say, beautiful people, beautiful problems. And we got problems, some would think they are beautiful.

We live on coffee and cigarettes; and go out in the daylight. We don’t wake up until noon, and spend the first half of the day, drinking coffee. The real fun will be tonight.

They say: The freshest water, and the oldest wine; are both the best. And we want the oldest, and freshest coffee of thousand year old virgin beans. The only coffee you can get, comes from something that is brewed in a period of twenty-four hours. Not unless, you make it yourself.

Fortunately for us, we have such measures in place. We brew our coffee, for a week. Some would say, that it is bitter stuff. The keg that we brew our coffee in, is cryogenically cooled. And we infuse the coffee with nitrogen when we pour a cup.

The good stuff. Right now, there are only two immortals in this world, the others haven’t completed their mission yet, and we are patiently waiting for them to catch up with us. Amber is here, and myself. We spend our time; doing things that seem like fun to us. The real fun, will be tonight.

We drink our coffee, and smoke our cigarettes. And joke about the world like it is. The humans these days; seem so much like zombies to us. Like they aren’t really aware, or awake. It isn’t much fun talking with the zombies. They are not really very useful right now. Amber and me have talked extensively about what use these humans have.

So far, we haven’t come up with a good use for them, yet! They seem like they would be useful, maybe someday; they would make good servants, if we could train them correctly.

We listen to music, and talk about making some of our own. We make art, or what we call art. Doesn’t seem any of the zombies are aware enough to notice. Good thing Amber is here, otherwise, this life would resemble a living death. We do have fun with each other. The real fun will be tonight.

We drive around town, in our black truck, looking for people to make fun of. Find some zombie with their attitude sticking out a little too far, and we cut them down to size. We always have something to say about them.

“I can hardly wait until the others get here.” In between drags on a cigarette, I gently say to Amber.

“Where are they, they should have been here by now?” Amber says as she takes a sip of coffee, and holds her cigarette in her long nails that look like something that is razor sharp.

“In the event, they aren’t here in another ten years, we are going to have to go looking for them, they are probably having some fun living those books and movies we made for them.”

Amber looks at me, and our eyes meet; like galaxies colliding. She says to me: “They are likely having the time of their lives.”

“Yeah, that last movie we made for them to live; might have taken them a little longer than expected.” I say to her, and think about flicking my cigarette into a plastic cup of water.

The sizzle of the ashes, hitting the water, makes noise for a second, and then is silenced. We don’t drink much water. As a matter of a fact, the only water we drink is what is needed to make the coffee. We only use the purest water available.

The real fun will be tonight. When, we will make love. Seems we have been playing this game, for the last twenty years. And so far, we haven’t really gotten tired of the whole thing. We are waiting for the other immortals to join us in this world, so that we can talk, and make up our minds about what to do with the humans here.

We blend in, most of the time. Other than the severe black clothing that we wear; most people wouldn’t remember us. We are after all, living like ghosts in this world. Waiting for the day the other immortals arrive, and we can have some fun again.

“This world, feels like a galaxy of nobodies.” Amber says while putting her cigarette out, and taking another from the case, she lights up, and makes a big puff on the first drag, which she doesn’t inhale.

Then, rolling the cigarette in her fingers, between her nails, she puts the cigarette to her beautiful lips, and inhales a big drag on it.

“You going to pop my cherry tonight?” She says to me, while digging her fingernails into the filter of the cigarette. Yeah, the real fun will be tonight. Seems like I’ve popped Amber’s cherry about eight thousand times since we have been here. We both seem to really enjoy it. The real fun will be tonight.

We use our freewill, and have a long conversation about the things we want to do next with the other immortals; and what we want from our lives in the future. Seems everything goes in cycles, and some seasons, are better than others.

So far playing with recreational virginity; hasn’t made us into monsters yet. Every night, we make love, and break her cherry; and by noon the next day; her cherry has grown back to its natural state, fresh as pie. It’s kinda fun.

“You know, the first time that I lived this life, I was alone. It was murder without you here.” She looks at me, and says: “That must have been torture?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe. It got pretty boring.” I say a matter of a factly. “I’m so glad you’re with me.” I add to the conversation.

We have paintball guns that look just like real nine millimeter hand guns, and decide to play paintball to see who will be on top tonight. Just for kicks.

Sometimes the outcome changes. Get enough paint on each other, and we wind up making love up against a wall, because we couldn’t decide who should be on top.

We play paintball for an hour, and finally even though there is no clear winner, I take Amber’s paintball gun away from her, and shoot her point blank in the tit.

“Nipple clamps tonight.” I say to her.

“Oh joy!! I can’t wait.” She says.

“And, I’m on top tonight.” I say to her.

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