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10/12/09
            Murder Victim's Sizzling Sex Diary!                                                                                                      
Departed Dawn Green left behind a journal which includes a detailed account 
of the sexual tryst that made her a target for murder.   
 EXCLUSIVE!     
Merlotte's waitress Dawn Green was killed earlier this year by Drew Marshall, aka Rene Lenier, a serial killer who targeted women for merely having sex with vampires.  It is believed that Jason Stackhouse noticed the bite marks on Dawn and complained to his friend.  Marshall was among the crowd milling around Dawn's apartment on the morning her body was discovered, and was overheard saying "We're too small a town to be losing women like this."    In hindsight, his words take on a chilling new meaning.

We obtained the journal from the renters of her old apartment, who found it in the attic.  Since all parties involved including Eric Northman are dead and unable to sue, we are publishing it unedited.

Warning!  These passages are Rated X explicit
and will probably offend some delicate sensibilities. If in doubt, read no further.
 
Journal Entry                  09/02/2008

Oh. My. God.  Had the most exciting sex of my life last night!  Went to that vampire bar in Shreveport.  This gorgeous guy Eric was sitting up there looking all bored, and people were actually queued up to hit on him.  What an ego this guy must have, I thought.  Not my type at all.

Can barely walk today.  More later.

I'm back. So, he kept motioning for me to come over, but fuck that. Maybe he was intrigued because I ignored him, but finally he gets up off his ass and comes over to me.  I didn't like him at first.  Seemed like a prick.


Okay, so I warmed up to him.  He's got these mesmerizing aquamarine eyes, and doesn't talk a lot of shit.  I like that.









Some chick called Pam kept giving me the stink-eye.

He suggested going to his private office where it was quieter and we could fuck.  This guy doesn't beat around the bush.  Maybe he's my type after all.


I told him right upfront that I didn't want him biting me...his skanky bartender had me concerned.

He seemed okay with that.  He wasn't into the obligatory biting that most humans want and expect. Then he demonstrated his talented tongue.   My God this guy can kiss.  I literally felt weak in the knees.

He took me into his office and locked the door behind him. I wouldn't emerge until almost dawn.




Vampires feel about their fangs like other guys do about their dicks.   Eric told me me his overbite is a desirable trait in a vamp,  which makes sense. It's really kind of cute.


I finally had to put the mirror away, though, because I had an overwhelming urge to nibble on his sexy chin.

Turns out, he's ticklish there.  I found his Achilles heel.  Every time I'd lick it he'd get this goofy grin on his face and almost laugh.  It sounds weird, but it was really hot and funny. He likes my tongue in other places too. Especially with a drop of Tabasco on it.   Yeowza

I could learn a lot from this guy.

I thought he'd be all wham-bam thank-you-mam, but he's not at all.  He likes to take his sweet time, and knows how to tease and please a woman.  God knows he's had enough experience.



He pulled me down on his lap and started kissing the back of my neck.  I could feel his fangs on my skin. It was hot, but not as much as his huge boner beneath me.  He was wearing some lightweight pants and no underwear. I could feel him very well through my nylon panties, and gave him a slow-sliding lap dance that he very obviously enjoyed.  

Like to tease?  Two can play that game, baby.

He almost popped his cork and we were still dry humpin'. No ED here,  thank God. I left my gun at home anyway. 

Felt like I was sittin' on a freakin' cannon. Truth be told, I was a little worried at this point.


I was more horny than worried though, so I turned around and straddled him, pulling aside the crotch of my panties before sitting down.

"You're getting my pants wet." he said, swiftly removing my top and bra.  My nipples grew hard from his teeth and tongue.

"Take them off." I pleaded "I can take it."

Kissing me hard, he worked two of his long fingers inside me and pressed on my clit with his thumb.

"It'll be easier if you come first." he said in my ear.

His fingers were so wet they made squishy noises moving in and out, but I was in no position to argue. I quickly had my first orgasm with a vampire.  The first of three.

Now completely in charge, he decided I was ready, and moved me to floor, taking off everything.  At first he put me on top so I could accustom myself to his size.  We fucked all over that office.  On the floor, the couch, bent over the desk, against the wall.

He laid me on the floor and got between my legs.  With his huge hands gripping my bottom, he entered me and told me to keep my legs down.   Instead of thrusting, he drove it deep and would grind himself against me until I exploded again.

As his excitement grew he became rougher and less concerned with me, though.   He pounded me hard, like an animal, pinning my arms above my head.   I knew he was going for my neck, and tried to fight him off.  My struggling excited him even more, but now I was really afraid. He seemed out of control, unable to stop.  I fought with all my might, screaming in pain when his teeth sunk into my neck, but it was no use.

As he hungrily sucked my life's blood,  I was immobilized, all I could do was take his thrusts and pray.  It was surreal.  I hardly recognized him, and his teeth no longer seemed cute.  Making gutteral, growling sounds, he let go of my neck,  leaned back and roared as he came inside me.  Despite my fear and pain and everything,  I felt like I was going to come again too..  For some reason it just seemed wrong, and I tried  not to,  but couldn't stop it any more than I could him.

After that, he closed off, put on some Entombed Swedish death metal and got this faraway look in his eyes. Pretty much like humans.  

It was almost 5:00 am, so I got dressed and said my goodbyes, but got no response.  He probably won't even remember me.  He said earlier that he rarely had sex and was very selective, but it was bullshit I'm sure.
 
I'll be sore for days,  but I'll never forget him.


 PS: I'm worried about someone finding this journal and reading it, so I'm gonna hide it real good. 
.

UPDATE:  Although she rarely displays interest in other relationships that don't revolve around her, Sookie Stackhouse, when pressed, confirmed that Eric did indeed remember Dawn. A look of longing and almost tenderness crossed his face when shown her picture.

After reading her memoir,  it's easy to understand why some males may feel threatened by vampires, but we say hate the game, not the playa.


His murder spree came to a halt after being decapitated by his last would-be victim Sookie Stackhouse.  Curiously, this should have made her the town hero, but didn't.





We ran a poll at the time about Marshall's motives, and the results were as follows:




Drew Marshall hated vampires because:

a) all predators are territorial -  5%
b) despite claims to the contrary, there's not enough pussy to go around - 9%
c) once you go vamp, you never go back.. alive - 11%
d) he had a tiny penis - 20% 
e) who's Drew Marshall? - 55%


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