I still have not told you my deep dark secret. It is time to tell you. I will tell you just how I was convinced, by the nurse. I sat in the front along side the nurse, as she drove me back to Cardiff. The nurse had replaced her uniform with genes and a tight pullover. “I never asked your name.” I recalled to her. The nurse pulled off the road. The sea was in the distance dark and still in the moon light. Cardiff was just a collection of lights. “Do you know what we told you, back in the house? You have become like us, sex mad.” She told me. “So, I like sex.” “You are sensitive to light, you have an iron deficiency, and a hunger for sex.” She pursed, “Do you know what is sensitive to light and gets added iron from blood?” I had no answer, so she told me. “Vampires, Count Dracula, with a name like Vladimir you should know.” “Vlad, the Impaler may be a fact, but the vampire, Count Dracula, is just a story by an over sexed poet.” I countered. “He had an iron disorder, just like you….and those poets, why do you think they fucked everyone in site?” she argued. “I have not been sucking blood.” I stated, and then asked, “Have you?” “No, that bit is not true. Nor is the bit about living forever, or the cross.” She replied. This took time to settle in, and I was beginning to believe her. “Don’t tell anyone yet. Wait till you see us again.” She urged me. “How do I know I will see you again?” I asked. She pulled her pullover off. Her tits, tight and firm invited me. I sucked at them. “Don’t bit” she said. The seat back fell back and she pulled my poppers apart again. “I am going to have to get some like this.” she said. Her breast warm against my chest, dry cum on her back. She had not wash, nor had I. She pulled back from me. Dropped her seat pulled the back seats forward and soon there was a bed. She offered me her feet and undid her belt, I pulled. Soon the car was full of her pussy perfume and the cum we had all put into her half an hour ago. I pushed my trousers off and was already eager to fill her again. Her panties were wet and sticky, they had to come off. Her inner leg had become much stickier as they dried. Somehow she knew what I was thinking. She produced a large pack of wet wipes, and roughly cleaned herself. I entered her again. I felt her pussy part for my manhood as I push into her, the coolness of the morning contrasting with the warmth of her body, the dry air contrasting with the warm moist interior of her body. I sank deep into her, relishing the sinking feeling. Almost unwilling to move, knowing that the sooner I did the sooner I would fall from her body. I kissed her, and started the movement I knew would satisfy my lust and bring it to an end. I inhaled heavy scents of sweat and cum and her pussy. Each thrust seemed to fill the air again with the heady scent of jungle flowers, a memory of that which was between her legs. The memory of the two men came back as she leaked their cum with each thrust I made. The total abandonment I felt, doing her and the blond, the two men doing them both. Again she surprised me coming twice before I did. I held her, listening to the sounds of the night. Reflecting on what they had told me. A car passed on the road and she disturbed my thoughts, “Time to go.” Soon the car seats were back in place, we were dressed and she was dropping me of outside my hotel. “You will see us again.” Were her parting words. Now you know my dark secret, I am a vampire, at least something like it. The virus doe’s not appear to be a threat to life, my own or others. It was however to change my life forever. Then again perhaps it is not that simple?