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Though this is not a vampire story, I wanted to share. This is another tale from my 2nd book, Fritemares Volume I. If you like the story ( and the other posted in my journal) you can find the book at the following URL.... http://www.lulu.com/jwjames







The Stepmonster













Julia never liked children, or to be more precise on the matter, she hated them. Even as a child, she despised the other kids, refusing to involve herself in anything that had to do with playmates. It made for many problems in school, which landed her in heaps of trouble with Mr. Gaskins, the head of the orphanage where she was being raised. He didn’t like having to do anything that didn’t involve his favorite chair and a can of beer so being called in to see the school principal left a very bitter taste in his mouth.

Knowing that she was going to be a problem, Gaskins did everything in his power to see that she was the first kid shipped off to a foster home. Time and time again, he led perspective, adoptive parents to believe that she was the perfect child, only to have her wind up back at the orphanage after a week or two. It was always worse when the new family had kids of their own. So, after a while, Gaskins didn’t even bother to try anymore. She was a problem that he couldn’t get rid of and he accepted that, at least until her eighteenth birthday.

She was given no warning, notice, contacts, or income. Taking great pleasure that he would finally be free of her, Gaskins came to her room and told her that she had to leave. It was rough, but Julia was resourceful. Finding a shelter to stay in, she quickly got herself a job at a large, chain supermarket. It was still a struggle but after three weeks of working, she had managed to save enough money to get a small apartment. She was well on her way to making a go at a new life.

It was there, while working at the market, that she met Mark, her first husband. She had never had a real boyfriend before and his interest in her exploded into what she could only call love. They were dating for just a month when she gave him her virginity, not caring about the sleazy motel where they had gone. After that, it was a quick trip to Vegas and a marriage certificate.

Mark had money, or at least more money than anyone she’d ever known in her life. She was afraid at first, when they moved into a small house in a suburban development, but quickly adjusted to her new lifestyle. She was an instant, social butterfly, making friends with the other wives and attending all of the best parties. She started selling cosmetics and was soon hosting demonstrations in their living room. But it was all about to change.

Mark had made the mistake of bringing up the subject of having children. Feeling uncomfortable with the topic and not wanting him to hate her for her feelings, she tried her best to tell him that she needed time to think about it. But Mark, who came from a large family, was persistent and the next six months became miserable.

Though she tried her best to make him happy in every other way, he resented her for her thoughts on not having kids. He began to argue with her constantly, making their home life a living hell. She was not allowed to host any more parties and her cosmetics business was put on hold because he refused to pay for her samples. He made it clear that if she didn’t want to wind up back in the fleabag apartment where she lived when he met her, then she better decide to give him a child. Turning over in bed, she plotted out her moves very carefully. She would teach him to threaten her.



Julia was home alone when the police officers brought her the terrible news that Mark’s SUV had gone through a guardrail and tumbled into a ditch. Though she’d been responsible for his faulty brakes, she had to do a bit of acting in front of the two, young officers. Letting her genuine sorrow show through, she easily convinced them that she was both stunned and grief-stricken at the news. “Thank you for being so gentle with it,” she said to the officers as she escorted them out of the door. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to call his parents.”

She was genuinely sad that Mark had to be killed, but his demands left her no room for compromise. She was not having children and there was nothing or no one that was going to ruin her life because she hated them. The thought of bearing one made her sick to her stomach.

Mark’s parents had no idea that she had a hand in his death, but they quickly made it known that they had never approved of her. He had never changed his will to include Julia and even though she was Mark’s wife, the courts saw to it that she didn’t get anything but the house. With no real income and bills that were falling way behind, she knew she had to do something fast. It just so happened that her something fell into her lap a few weeks later.



She met Richard at a New Year’s Eve party that she agreed to go to with a date that one of her friends arranged. Bored with the man she’d come with, she struck up a conversation and much to her surprise, found that she had a lot in common with Richard. As it turned out, he had lost his wife to cancer just six months earlier and though he didn’t seem much like he wanted any kind of relationship, Julia used her charm and dug her claws in very deep.

Grabbing a room, she used her body to take his mind off of his beloved wife. It was a night of explosive sex that led to a string of dates. They would always grab a bite to eat and then head off to a motel. But as things moved towards something that was more serious, Julia discovered something that threatened her plans to move in with him and solve her financial woes. Much to her surprise and distaste, Richard had kids.

She was going to end it right then but the desperation of being back in the slums changed her mind. She decided that no matter how disgusted she would be when having to be around them, she would grin and bear it. There was too much at stake for her to have to start over again. She liked having nice things and free time. She enjoyed money and shopping. But she was not prepared for what she was about to get herself into.

She moved into the house, despite protests from the teens, and things went wrong from day one. Becky, who was the oldest, took it upon herself to make life difficult for Julia. Skulking about whenever her and Richard were trying to discuss anything, the girl was a complete brat. Julia thought to do something about it, but decided that Richard would go absolutely nuts. Doing her best to make friends, Julia found that there was no way her soon-to-be stepdaughter was going to make it easy. There was an immediate rivalry for Richard’s attention.

Richie was another story altogether. Seeing the way he looked at her and knowing that his hormones were in full effect, Julia’s stomach turned. She could hear him late at night, lying in his room with his private fantasies. She was on her way to the bathroom one evening when she heard the moans coming from his room. He whispered her name into the darkness, making her heave and run to the toilet. She was certain that she’d made a mistake in coming to live there, but she had no other choice. With her wedding just a few weeks away, there was no turning back now.

Things got worse after the wedding and Julia began to feel the pressure. One night, while eating dinner, things came to a head. “Don’t you think that outfit is a little too revealing?” Julia asked, looking at the skimpy shirt and tight shorts that Becky had on.

“Why are you worried about it?” she asked, slamming her fork onto her plate and giving Julia a dirty look.

“I’m worried about it because it’s not appropriate for a girl your age,” she said, narrowing her eyes and raising one eyebrow.

“It’s none of your business!” she shouted, getting up from the table and storming off to her room.

Richard was about to get up and go after her when Richie joined the quarrel. “That wasn’t right!” he shouted, slamming his fists on the table and making everything shudder. “You’re not our Mom and you’re never gonna be!”

“Sit down Richard!” his father yelled, surprising Julia, as he had never once raised his voice before. “I won’t tolerate the two of you acting this way!”

Ignoring his dad, Richie stormed away from the table and stalked to his room. He accented his actions by slamming his bedroom door.

“I’m sorry, Honey,” Richard said as he got up from the table. “Us being together is making them miss their Mom.”

“I understand,” she said, feeling suddenly exhilarated by the confrontation. “I should never have said anything. I was out of line.”

“Not at all,” he said, showing that he was fooled by her deception. “They have no right to treat you that way.”

“Let it go,” she said. “Once they’ve calmed down, I’m sure they’ll realize that it was nothing more than teenage angst.”

“I’m still going to talk to them,” he said, stopping to give her a quick kiss. “This is a tough time for both of them.”

“It’ll be OK,” she said, letting him break their embrace. “They just need a little more time to get used to me being around.”

She watched him walk away, knowing that he was in for a long night from both kids. Satisfied that the wedge was being firmly driven between them and their father, she let a slight smile form on her lips. No matter how much they complained, argued, or yelled, she knew he’d never see her as the one to blame. Getting up, she started to clear the table.



The next few months went by without too many confrontations but everything was far from fine. Though the house never showed signs of the turmoil within it, it was still there. The kids hated her more everyday, but knowing that she was having that effect on them absolutely delighted Julia. It made her glad. Had they actually loved her, she’s have been sick to her stomach. But there was one thing that brought her extreme pleasure. She would become completely aroused whenever Richard would punish the kids. Seeing them being grounded or sent to their rooms made her want to take Richard immediately into their bed. She had almost turned him completely against them and that brought her great joy.

One night, Richard came home from work and had a very worried look on his face. “What’s wrong?” Julia asked, sensing that he had something very big on his mind.

“I have to go away for a few days,” he said, setting his briefcase on the table in the foyer. “We have a big deal going in New York and the client wants us there.”

“It’s Ok Dear,” she said, hugging him, “why do you seem so worried?”

“I don’t know what hell the kids are gonna give you while I’m gone,” he said. “They’re a lot more tame when I’m around.”

“They’ll be fine,” she said, giving him a gentle kiss. “Besides, it’ll give us some bonding time. I’m been meaning to do something really special to make peace with them. This will be the perfect chance to see if it works.”

Richard gave her another, tighter hug. “I love you,” he said, buying into her story. He had no idea that she had already decided that his kids were the enemy and that it was just a matter of time until she showed them that they were on the wrong side of things.

“But I love you more,” she said playfully. “Now let’s go eat.”



Richard left the following morning, Halloween day. He had seemed relaxed, especially after Julia had told him about a bunch of things that she supposedly planned but would never set in motion. He was glad to see that she was still interested in making friends with the kids, despite their obvious feelings of dislike for her. So once he was gone, she started planning what she really had in mind. Setting off for the mall, she began her mission.

The kids came home later that afternoon and to their surprise, couldn’t find Julia anywhere. “Maybe she ran away and she’s never coming back,” Becky laughed.

“We’re not that lucky,” said Richie, just before he ran off to his bedroom. “That bitch is too deep into Dad’s bank accounts to just leave.”

The kids never suspected that Julia had taken the time to hide microphones in every room of the house and was now listening to every word they said. “So you think you’re so smart?” she whispered to herself. “We’ll see just how smart you really are.”

Switching to the microphone in Richie’s room, she felt a twinge of excitement. She knew that he had to have found the little gift she’d left on his bed. Knowing that he was a normal, fifteen year old, boy, she had made a side trip to the local adult video store and picked him up a little something. In just moments, he was already deeply submersed in his new porn DVD. Feeling a knot forming in her stomach and not wanting to listen as he did his thing, she switched to several other microphones before locating Becky.

She was in the kitchen, making a snack, as she did everyday, when she got back from school. Julia had known that she would be the more difficult of the two to deal with, but she also knew that the strawberry cheesecake she’d placed in the refrigerator would be the perfect prop for her plan. Listening carefully, she smiled as the girl gobbled down a large chunk of the cake. When she was finished, she went back to the fridge and grabbed the bottle of chocolate milk that Julia had also placed there. Little did Becky know, but both the cake and the milk had been drugged. Snickering, Julia listened as the teen proceeded to poison her own system.

Waiting fifteen minutes, she switched the soundboard off and crept slowly down from the attic. Checking on Becky first, she found that the girl was sound asleep in bed. The drugs that she’d put into her snack had taken effect a lot faster than she thought it would. Satisfied that she was able to deal with her later, Julia moved to the hallway closet and retrieved the golf club that she’s placed there earlier. She had bigger plans for the little pervert. He had made his first mistake when he included her into his little fantasies and she had every intention of making him pay for it.

Slipping into his room, she took him by surprise. He moved as fast as he could, covering his crotch with the pair of baggy boxers that he was wearing. “What are you doing in my room?” he shouted. “Get out!”

Julia’s face contorted with rage. “Oh no,” she growled. “It’s time that you learn a valuable lesson!”

His eyes opened wide with terror as he saw her raising the golf club. Bringing his hands up to protect his face, he took the first blow that she delivered. There was a loud crack as the club shattered his ulna. Recoiling, he tripped over the edge of his bed and fell backwards onto the floor. “What did I do?” he shrieked. “Why are you doing this?”

Rushing at him, she held her silence. She could easily have toyed with him, but she was worried that the neighbors might hear his screams. Bringing the club down again, she drove it straight into his chest. There was another sharp crack as she crushed his breastbone, the blow knocking him unconscious. She was sure that she had hit him hard enough to send bone splinters into his lungs but she needed to be sure that he would die as quickly as possible. Raising the golf club above her head, she brought it down on his skull. Covered in a spray of thick, blood droplets, she was certain that the job was done.

Moving quickly down the hall, she checked on Becky again. Slapping her face, she got no response. Drugged and sleeping deeply, she offered no resistance as Julia slipped a plastic bag over her head. Leaving the room, she let out a loud cackle. “You kids ruined everything,” she said, her laugh turning maniacal. “I guess now I’m going to have to kill your father too.”

It had not been part of the original plan, but she knew that she could never get away with making him believe that the kids had just run away. Hoping to calculate a new way to get rid of the bodies, she was suddenly struck with inspiration. Heading down to the kitchen, she retrieved a few things that she would need to complete the task at hand. There was a lot of work to be done.



Richard got home late the following night, surprised when he entered the house and found Julia sitting there in a cute, little piece of lingerie. “Whoa,” he said, as she rushed into his arms. “What brought all of this on?”

Smiling, Julia kissed him. “I wanted to do something special for you.”

She grew nervous as he glanced around the living room, hoping that he did not see the suitcase that she had hidden behind the couch. “Kids in bed already?” he asked, a note of concern in his voice.

“We had an exhausting couple of days,” she lied. “They were absolutely dead afterwards.”

He took a step back, still holding her hands, and looked her over. “So there were no problems?” he asked, seeming surprised.

“Not really,” she said. “We kinda worked everything out.”

His eyes seemed to sparkle with the news. It would be a genuine relief to him if they would all start getting along. “Does this mean I’m getting lucky tonight?” he smiled, staring into her eyes.

“Luckier than you could ever imagine,” she kissed him again, “but you’ve got to eat first. I made a special dinner just for you.”

“A special dinner?” he finally broke contact and slipped his coat off. “What is it?”

“It’s a stew.”

“Did the kids like it?” he asked, following her to the kitchen.

“Oh, yeah,” she laughed. “Once I decided to start making it, they were just dying to get into it.”

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BelovedTwilight420
16:42 Feb 05 2008

This is a great story and I will certainly check out the book =]

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This story comes from my second book... Fritemares Volume I. It is one of 6 vampire tales in a book that includes 13 stories total. You can view the site for the book at the following link.... http://www.lulu.com/content/119527 Please notify me by message or email if you decide to purchase that, or any of my books. Thanks and I hope you enjoy the story.











Hunting Moon













The moon stood a deep orange against the dark backdrop that was a spring sky, a hunter's moon. Gazing at it for just a few moments, Emily took her small bag of groceries and turned down the long, quiet walkway. She could smell the freshly, cut grass and the rain that had fallen just an hour before, the scents reminder her of why this was her favorite time of the year. With a smile on her face, she turned onto the wider street and headed for home. Nothing, not even the man she had married, was going to ruin the evening for her. It had been too nice of a day.

Standing on the other side of the street, the figure caught a glimpse of Emily as she strode along the sidewalk. He paused, turning to get a better look. A redhead, he thought to himself. How I've always loved redheads.

Emily continued along, her thoughts focusing on the painting she’d finally completed. She was content to know that she was doing what she loved to do, but having an actual paycheck coming in from her artwork made it even more enjoyable. Having someone pay her to paint was a true tribute to her talent. It was especially rewarding to know that this particular painting would be displayed in a collection that featured some of the best modern artists. She let her smile broaden, the ego that she rarely let surface feeling the joy of a sudden scratch.

She went two more blocks and then turned down the walkway to her house. Scanning the driveway, she took note of the fact that his car was gone. She felt suddenly as if a great burden had just been lifted from her shoulders. She was safe from the pretend happiness of her marriage now that she saw that he was gone. If she were lucky, he would not be back for hours. By then, she could be asleep, not having to be the mother that he longed for in her when they took their vows. Were it not for her strong morals and the upbringing she'd had, she'd have left him a long time ago. But the day to leave was coming soon. It was only a matter of time before she would refuse to take his shit any longer. She had sacrificed enough of her happiness.

The stranger watched as Emily closed the door to the small, suburban house. Taking refuge in the shadows of a large, elm tree, he waited until the upstairs lights went on to move. He felt the darkness of the thoughts that wove themselves in his brain. Letting a wicked grin form on his mouth, he moved from his covered position and made his way across the street. With the grace of a cat, he climbed over the low fence that surrounded the front yard and headed for the back of the house. He was as unseen as the wind, no more than a blur to anyone who would have been passing by. To the naked eye, this stranger was but a specter, an invisible shape that moved amongst the living. His thoughts, all the while, grew darker.

Emily slipped out of her clothes and into a tub of hot, bubble-filled water. She loved to unwind, sipping white wine from the ebony glass she'd bought while vacationing in Venice. She let the sounds of Beethoven seep into her mind while she sat closed-eyed in the tub. She let her thoughts slip to the man she'd seen earlier that day. He was so different from the man she'd married, as beautiful, but somehow bad. She could tell that her life could become somehow more adventurous knowing him, but she had no idea how she could possibly possess this information. Pushing the thoughts from her mind, she sipped the last of her wine and settled in for a few more minutes of relaxation. With her husband away, she wanted to take advantage of every moment she had. There were things that needed doing if she were to successfully leave. The computer awaited her.

The stranger moved quietly through the dark basement of the house with all the skills of a rat. Careful not to disturb anything that would make his presence known, he moved to the stairs and began to climb. He could hear the sounds of classical music coming from above, a touch of satisfaction reaching his thoughts as he realized that he had selected a woman with taste and sophistication. He was growing tired of the types of women he had been forced to encounter as of late, the winter making it more difficult to be selective. He would be certain to take extra time with this woman. He would see to it that he capitalized on every moment.

Emily slipped into a silk robe, the softness of the material making her tingle in places that only she had touched as of late. She loved the way it felt against her skin, the sensation enough to ignore the irritation it now inspired when she thought of its original purpose. Trying to revive her marriage, she had bought it as a means of enticing her husband. But he seemed not to notice it. Like most nights, he simply came to bed and passed out, the smell of too many beers present on his breath. Soon, she thought, very soon.

Taking a seat in front of the desk, Emily waited for the computer to come to life. She looked through the mail, halfway absent of thought as she sipped wine from her glass. She did not hear the sound of the door opening as the stranger made his way up from the basement. Moving to the doorway, he paused, taking in the spectacle of her beauty. She is worth the hunt, he thought, feeling a twinge of arousal growing deep within his groin. I will enjoy decimating her.

Moving without sound, he began to cross the room. He could smell the scents of the soap she had used in the bath and the soft perfume that she's mechanically splashed onto her skin afterwards. He felt himself growing stiff beneath the dark-colored shorts that he wore, his flaccid member forging itself into a spear with each step that he took. He was nearly at her back when his boot connected with a sheet of paper that she had dropped. Too late to keep his presence a secret, he dashed towards her.

Turning, Emily caught a glimpse of the stranger. She gasped, the stranger's hand clamping around her throat like an iron vice as he pulled her against his muscled chest. She resisted, struggling to pull away from him, but he was far too strong. She could feel fear rapidly taking a hold of her, but in some morbid way, she was also growing excited. As if suddenly sensing her thoughts, the stranger let a smile form on his lips. Without releasing his grasp, he moved her back against the desk. She was nearly helpless against his strength. Realizing the futility of her efforts, she began to cease her struggling.

Reaching out with his free hand, he took hold of her robe and tore it, effortlessly from her body. She could feel the tiny bumps that immediately stood out on her skin, the cool air hitting her like a ton of ice, all at once. She shuddered, halfway from the chill and the rest from the excited feeling that rushed through her. She began to feel a tingling sensation in her most private places, the entire situation become more of a turn-on by the moment. She had, on occasion dreamed of a similar encounter, never once imagining that it would ever become a reality. Her fears were still present, but she could not let go of her excitement. As twisted and demented as her desire would seem to anyone else, she wanted him.

He sensed the change in her, his own arousal growing at the sight of her naked body. Forcing her harder onto the desk, he let one hand move over the soft flesh of her stomach. He could feel the tiny, almost-invisible hairs there stand on end at his touch. He let his hand slide higher, grabbing her breast and squeezing it tightly. She gasped, and then let out a small, pleasurable moan. He let his fingertips linger, moving in a circular motion around her nipple. He would have her soon.

Her mind spiraled, thoughts of her husband and their marriage spinning out of control as she let the last fragments of morality slip away. She had been too long a prisoner of a single lover, especially a lover who'd long ago forgotten what it had been like when they first met. She desired more than the routine that had become their occasional roll in the sack. She wanted this stranger to take her to places she'd only dreamed. Most of all, she wanted it to be forced. Risking that her fantasy would be shattered with a violent result, she took a chance and called out. "Get your fucking hands off of me!" she cried out, struggling weakly against him. "How dare you try this!”

The stranger moved with a burst of speed that left her both shocked and frightened. In just a single moment, he had turned her over and managed to pull her arms behind her back. She squealed, a torrent of pain flashing through her shoulders as he pinned her down. She thought about screaming but realized that it would result in another bout of rough treatment. Feeling as if her arms were going to be ripped off at any moment, she became still. She was suddenly uncertain as to whether she wanted this to continue or not.

He twisted her arms harder, using only one hand to hold both of her wrists. She could feel him moving behind her, undressing as she lay there helplessly. "I find you worthy," he said, his voice a mixture of ice and stone. "You will be granted such pleasure as only a few have known."

She gasped, his entry into her feeling like someone had tried to tear her in half. She had never felt something so painful, yet so pleasurable at the same time. He thrust himself harder and deeper, his legs crashing against hers, forcing them hard against the table. Her mind began to swim again as her body endured his ravaging. She was lost in a swirling darkness, her thoughts falling away as fast as they came to her. She could feel her heart racing, her breathing growing heavier. She moaned, enjoying this unfathomable torture as tears of both joy and sorrow streamed down her cheeks. She wanted him to stop, yet dared not even beg for such a thing as she was enjoying it far too much.

She felt his body tightening, the first sign that he was nearing the end of his act. He fell against her, his free hand climbing her back, his fingers finding purchase in her scarlet locks. Tugging with all his might, he bent her body at a nearly impossible angle. She let out a cry so intense that she thought she could've shattered glass. At once, she was lost, the room and everything around her spinning out of control. She could feel the coming blackness as a sudden weakness overtook her.

Pulling her head back so that he could reach her neck with his mouth, he exposed the deadly fangs that marked him as what he truly was. He bit hard and deep, the crimson life that had so feverishly rushed through her arteries spilling into his mouth. He could feel her

slipping towards the brink, his work here almost complete. Consumed with a pleasure so dark that only his kind could truly appreciate it, he let loose his orgasm.

Feeling no remorse, he left her sprawled on the floor. Dressing himself, he took one last look at the broken doll that lay before him. It was truly my pleasure, he thought, an arrogant smile forming on his mouth. Thanks for the drink.