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In the cool darkness of the night we meet in the moon light. Our desire great, emotions high and the need greater than the rest. One willing to change, the other willing to perform the act. A new union was to take place this night.



As we two lay on the blanket in the field we talk for a long time.



Now there was no turning back, lives would be forever changed. We wanted to be sure the decision was steadfast.



We started simply enough, holding each other, softly kissing. Soon my hands were on your breasts massaging them dragging my hands and nails down them drawing just the slightest bit of blood, it trickles slowly down between them, a red river in a land of milky white.



Your hand on my cock stroking. Your blouse ripped, buttons flying. This would be our last love making as a mixed species.



The look in your eyes was total abandonment, in mine the fiery lust of blood. Your legs spread wide and I drove hard into your wetness.



Our moans animal like. Breathing swirled with the sounds of two bodies grinding together. The time was getting near. Near for our orgasm and primed for the change.



The timing had to be right. The vein had moved to the surface during their mating.



Now? A whispered "Yessssssss" was heard. My teeth punctured the artery of your neck. The coppery warm liquid eagerly being drunk. Our sounds of love not of this world, but of a darker one.



At the last my bite was released, our bodies racked with orgasm and blood all at once.



My wrist slit, blood flowed and moved to the mouth of my soon to be soulmate. Coughing, at first, a natural reaction, you're not used to the purity, ah then I hear a sucking sound, your hands grasp for my wrist, for survival in some other form.



A mild grimace from me jerking the warming liquid away. A I watch intensely awaiting the transformation.



Even though I knew what to expect, the changes could not compare to your natural beauty. It was a new world and ours to share as we kissed deeply.



The hunger was great. We left together to find what we needed.



Later the body of a waitress at a truck stop near I-95 was found. She was sitting in the middle of the back seat. Her dress was ripped down the middle exposing her curves. The look on her face was one of extreme pleasure, proven by the pool of cum on the seat between her legs.



Her chest was thrust out, head back and legs spread wide. The skin was as white as a china doll. Matching bites were found on either side of her body, neck, wrist, breasts and inner thighs.



However one set was larger than the other.



As the first sun rose of this new existence, we shared our first day embracing in the darkness of our hideaway as the sun rose and ruined a glorious night.



You Looked So Familiar

I had never met you. I was to meet you for dinner. But still you seemed familiar. You started as a whisper in my ear from a close friend a week earlier. I was given your first name, a name that silently aroused me; as that particular name always had. In my mind I saw you naked perched on a long mirror bathing, your dark hair resting around your shoulders. I saw your cheeks, your smile, and your dark eyes that sparkled like a glass reflecting candlelight. My inner vision so strong, I could have reached in and joined your recreation.



I had furiously paced the floor, and at last, the time had come.



I entered the dark restaurant. Small empty tables shone only by their vigil votives that seemed to float around the crowded room like buoys at sea. There, at a table adrift from the others, you sat, staring at me. I knew that I had seen you before but could not remember where. Damn me as I scoured every corner, of every room in my mind and still returned with nothing.



Your bare arms out stretched and strewn across the square clothed altar as if trying to keep it from straying.



I took the seat opposite from you and said nothing. I stared into the same dark eyes I had seen before. It was you. It was you with long dark hair, the cheekbones, the smile. I sat across from you staring...drinking you in from an invisible chalice, wanting to suck down your every last essence in an attempt to settle my mind as to who you are. Your wavy hair, your perfume, the cut of your body... your beautiful soul, all filled my mind in visions that swirled around like a rich ambrosia that I failed to swallow.



The waiter came and I ordered wine, something expensive and old. There is nothing more important than a beautiful companion and beautiful red wine. You wore a black dress, the neckline trailed down and joined just above your breasts like clasping hands. You caught my eyes and drew them back up to yours.



I watched you as you laughed. Your innocence and charm weaved around the warm heart I had opened for you. Soon came the wine, and with it came the grace of watching you put it to your lips.



I am something other than a gentleman, but I hide in gentleman's clothing. Because of you, inside I had to restrain a waking beast. I pushed the glass to my lips, letting it water down my throat and pretended it was your most secret sexual desires that I was consuming.



You touched my hand and asked that I move my chair next to yours against the wall. I did not realize where your level of naivety dwelled, and as I was about to find out, more specifically, your lack there of.



Apparently you weren't tamed by a society of proper. Nor were you the sweet innocent who could be found nestled in tea parties, or encircled by quaint social groups. You looked straight in my eyes as your hand reached below the tablecloth and purposefully grabbed my struggling cock. I was surprised but accommodated immediately by opening the top of my pants. Your warm hand ingested my shaft, stroking the velvety underside and closing around the head.



"I believe you should lift your dress now." I spoke, directly.



You told me you weren't wearing panties. If you had I would have cut them down the middle.



I felt the time had come to give you my true intentions. Invisible words floated around the room and I plucked them and gave them life.



"I want to take you home and fuck you."



I waited for your shock...your shock did not come.



Suddenly more words rushed through my lips like flitting water.



"I want you to feel the pain of my very hard cock as it forces into you. I want you to take me whole and deep and swallow. In return I will rapture you, fucking you intensely, turning your secret areas into throbbing hunger. I will continue taunting and badgering your lust till you can no longer stand the anguish. Then, maybe, I will give you and your orgasm freedom."



The truth was, be you unwilling...I would have tied you down across the small table in the restaurant and feasted till you lay helpless, cumming. But there was no need for this. I waived the waiter to expel all employees and close up, leaving nothing but fifty candles at vigil and quiet string music swimming around the walls.



Your breasts would taste like the red wine that I was about to pour on them.



I let the gentle stream of intoxicant flow down your neck, between your bosoms; descend your stomach to pool between your legs. I intended on following the trail of this sweet dessert. To your neck and behind your ears gushed my lips, my tongue stroking lightly into the fold that meets your head. I kissed high on the back of your neck, where your dark hair begins, my hot breath cumming down your nape.



Unzipping the back of your dress, the poor excuse of shielding from the world, dropped quickly to the floor.



Up and down your spine my tongue salivated, poking lower every so often between the cheeks of your posterior to wet it. I unbuttoned my shirt and removed the rest of my clothes. Pushing my hard cock inside the channel of your moist stern, I brought my arms around you, massaging you, rubbing the warm alcohol deep into your breasts. After a moment my hands continued carnivorously traveled your body, finding your legs, to part and feel your pussy.



My hands felt for pubic hair to find it had been razored away for sensitivity. It was more like a light blush with stubble against your skin. You were already so very wet that my fingers slid through your triangle easily. You had already cum and that made my cock grind harder against you. My fingers played in and out of your vagina as I sucked along the nape of your neck.



Voyeuristic fingers bore deep between your lips bringing your juice up to mingle with the wine I poured earlier. I imagined it was making a tasty ambrosia that I wished to swirl my tongue in. From the back I slipped my cock between your legs, holding itself up against your vagina, you grabbed it and pushed it just inside your lips, rasping back and forth along the top of my shaft. I slid my wet length against your passage, pulling it back to rub high between the cheeks of your ass. Your cum oiled my shaft so well, that we slid aggressively without friction. I clutched your breasts running my hands up to your hard nipples, gripping them while sliding my hard penis in and out between slippery legs.



I felt you cum again, and I lavished in the attention of it. Feeling your warm liquid running over my cock, I could no longer wait and pierced my hardness inside your warmth. You moaned loud as I firmly pressed both hands into your thighs pushing my shaft up inside your wet pussy as far as it would go, holding it there, allowing it to feel the tenderness clamping around it. Slowly you began moving like a little girl on a merry go round, up and down, up and down slowly riding my pole in our own pleasure ground.



I took your left hand in mine, my right hand still holding your thigh. My mouth clamped to the back of your neck again, delivering hot passion under your ear. You continued undulating up and down, the back of your legs leaving, then returning to touch the front of mine in the most gentle and tantalizing rhythm. My direction momentarily lost in this strange dance, my ears caught the music that hummed and swelled around the room. I realized that it was beginning to sound like a slow carnival, like strings revolving around a circular chamber. You reached back grabbing my thighs and pulling them hard against your flesh. I audibly gasped in elation, and you heard me. I believe that was my fatal mistake.



Amazing how such a quiet little noise can give one's self away. I do have to say, I was quite surprised. I am the one who seduces, as I have many times...I did not realize my familiar little kitten was about to turn.



Did I mind? I was quite pleased when you turned around and pushed me back unto the table. Call me a whore, but I would have been your whore forever. Anyone who can thrust so much passion is a person worth chaining oneself to. I blinked and you were cowering over me, my cock searching, wanting to feel between your sweet clit again. Like a cat you hung over me, naked, your breasts freely swaying over my chest and then for a moment on my lips and quickly into my mouth...I sucked them to appease you. You seemed to enjoy the appeasement and smiled. Your pelvis gyrated low over my cock, teasing it against your prickly skin.



Suddenly your face turned red and you scowled at me. "I need you now!"



I was a little surprised at this turn in emotion, but not wanting to displease you I accommodated. I lay there with cock fully erect as your lovely cunt swallowed me whole. You smiled the most devilish smile, and before I could catch my breath you started bouncing, forcibly. Your vagina secured around my penis like a constrictor tightening around prey, and in that grip, you forced me in and out, rubbing hard inside your walls of pleasure. You fucked me so brutally and my aching shaft screamed for every moment of it. You pulled wet pussy up, then stopping at the tip of my red cock, then suddenly, "Wham!" the sound of flesh hitting flesh hard as you came down hard on me. It seemed to be creating a strange compression as you took my cock inside, sucking the walls of your entry around it. This was one of the most incredibly pleasurable experiences I have ever had.



As I stated earlier, I had planned on being the seducer. Such a fool was I.



The next five minutes were filled with your body slamming into mine...your breasts banging in my face and your hot sweet exhaustive breath pounding from your chest.



I came with a force so hard that I gripped your thighs for fear of losing the tactile rhythm that kept pleasing me so much. It was in that moment of beautiful sweet death while I shot hot streams of pearl deep inside you, that I had a realization.



Eyes closed, blood rushing through my body, the mind soaring through cloudy skies on wings, searching...then I saw your true self, it was your eyes, it was the shape of your face. I knew you were familiar. The vision quickly opened itself unto me, and just as suddenly I opened my eyes.



There you were, perched on my bare pelvis, licking my cum from your black fur and purring.

"Oh God. Stop. Stop. Stop!" Julie Hargreaves screams as her car skids out of control toward the edge of the cliff. Sliding sideways along the wet icy road, her heart in her throat as her SUV skims dangerously close to the sheer drop. Closing her eyes she feels the back wheel of her car slip over the edge, her world plummeting into darkness as her head smashes hard against the side window. Her car drops from the road, coming to a sudden stop below as it crashes against the side of a tree.



The bitter cold of the wind sends shivers down his spine as the pair step outside. The gray of the sky overhead threatening a wet afternoon as they make their way towards the lake, the wind picking up speed as they move steadfastly through the thick undergrowth of the forest floor. The narrow lake spanning over ten kilometers through the center of the forest that borders the sleepy town, flowing slowly as the current eases it's hunger, sending small ripples to the surface as the white foam drifts silently toward the shore. Quietly surveying the waters, Charles finds a spot behind some low bushes. Laying out a blanket, his dog Jet sits beside as he loads the shells into the gun.



"Ready girl?" Charles whispers as he cocks the gun, resting it against his shoulder he carefully aims at a family of ducks making their way across the lake. "What the...?" Looking back through the sight Charles focuses on the cloud of smoke making it's way through the forest from across the lake.



"Come on Jet," he says as he gathers up the blanket. "Better go check this out." Looking up puzzled, Jet follows as Charles makes his way, wading across the lake.



The smoke billowing up into the afternoon sky as they make their way through the uncharted part of the forest. The scrub surrounding them as they stumble their way through the density of the brush. Seeing the mangled wreck ahead of them, Charles drops his knapsack and runs toward the smoldering car. Pulling desperately at the driver's door he wrenches it open. Slumping out from the opened door, her hair bloodied by the gash on the side of her face, he reaches over and unleashes the seatbelt before pulling her free from the vehicle. His old army ways suddenly taking over as he checks for a pulse, loosening her shirt as he clears her airways.



"We'd better get away from here girl," he says as he picks up the motionless figure. "That thing looks like it could blow at any moment." Reaching down to pick up his knapsack, they make their way back toward the lake. The weight of the body slowing down their travels, breathless as they reach the shallow banks that lead back to their cabin. "Rest up Jet, this old bloke needs a breather."



Looking to be in her early forties, Charles slides a bloodied strand of hair from her face as he examines her more closely. The dried trail from a stream of blood still staining the side of her mouth, contrasting against the pale pink of her lips. Her perfectly manicured eyebrow and defined cheek bones, now bruised and bloodied, yet unable to hide the natural beauty hidden beneath. The crimson blouse stained and darker in patches from where the blood had spilled, slightly sticking to her slender shoulder. Tracing his eyes down her torso, Charles inhales slowly as he moves his gaze over her slender waist.



"She's definitely a looker," he says averting his gaze to Jet. "Come on girl, we'd better get her to the cabin and get her warmed up." Lifting her over his shoulder, they make their way across the shallow patch of water separating them from the trail leading back to the cottage. Running ahead, the old blue heeler nudges the door to the cabin open and sits on the porch waiting for her master.



"Who the fuck is she?" Margaret's voice vehement as the plate smashes hard against the wall. Her eyes narrow slits as her fists clench tight at her sides.



"I found her by the lake. Shit Maggie, I could hardly leave her there, could I?"



"But you put her in Mark's room!" Her voice raising to fever pitch, her eyes ablaze as she glares at Charles. Shaking his head he gives up trying to reason with her, not while she was in this mood.



"Okay then," Charles says emphatically. "When she regains consciousness I'll move her out." Feeling her glare on him as he turns away, Charles walks out of the room half expecting her to follow him, relieved when she doesn't.



Feeling like a vice is closing in slowly around her skull, Julie struggles to open her eyes. With a loud moan she cups her hand against her forehead, the throbbing pain pounding inside her head. The side of her face stinging as her fingers brush lightly over the large gash, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth, she slowly blinks her eyes open. The light streaming in through the partially closed curtains burning her eyes against the darkness of the room. Suddenly realizing she has no idea where she is, fear takes over her senses. Forcing her eyes to focus she makes out the fuzzy outline of an old dresser to one side of the room. The mirror above reflecting the window, brightening the ray of sunshine invading the otherwise perfect darkness. Squinting her eyes Julie looks at the small bedside table to her left, on top is what looks like an old oil lamp with a small flame flickering, illuminating the dark glass encasing it.



Her thoughts awakened as she suddenly senses somebody in the room. Unable to speak, her heart pounding rapidly she listens as the soft sounds of the foot steps near. As the hand moves to her forehead Julie inhales sharply, an involuntary shiver charges up her spine.



"Well hello there," the soft voice says. The hazy image hovering beside the bed, slowly lowering as it sits down on the side of the mattress. "You had a pretty nasty accident there love." Julie's mind a mash of confusion as she opens her mouth to speak. Moaning out against the pain she instead lays back silent. "You rest up love, I'll go make you some soup. You need to build your strength up."



Watching the figure leave, the door closing silently behind, Julie struggles to raise herself. Her head feeling as though it could explode at any given moment she gives up her struggle and sighs as her head sinks back against the pillow. Hearing the shouting voice of a woman coming from somewhere outside the room she strains to hear.



"Get her out!" Margaret hisses as Charles pours the soup into the pot. Looking up at the woman towering over his slouched figure, he shakes his head defiantly.



"It's only for a few days. She's in no condition to be moved anywhere," Charles says as he gently stirs the soup.



Laying silent, Julie listens as the muffled voices continue to argue, no doubt fighting about her. The voices falling silent moments before she hears the soft creak of the door opening to her room. Opening her eyes still an effort as she blinks, slowly the hazy image comes into view. Her head still pounding she manages to force a smile as the figure nears the side of the bed.



"I... I heard voices," Julie manages to whisper. Placing the soup on the bedside table, Charles glances momentarily at her.



"Sorry," Charles apologizes, "That's Margaret. She means well." Resting his hand on her forehead he sighs. "I'm sorry love, I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Charles. Charles Newport. The woman you heard is my wife, and this," he says, waving his hand as he looks around the small room, " is Mark's room. He's our son. He's away..." his voice trailing as he averts his attention back to Julie. "And your name, Miss?"



"Julie," her voice barely a whisper as she struggles over the pain to answer.



"Well, Julie, it's nice to make your acquaintance. If you need anything just holler." Realizing his mistake, he quickly adds," Maybe I should get you a bell to put beside the bed. Sorry love, you must be in a lot of pain. Your car was pretty messed up when we found you, you're one lucky lady to be alive." Making out a hazy smile, Julie manages to smile weakly in return. "I'll let you rest, Julie. I'll come back and check on you later." With that Charles makes his way out of the room closing the door softly behind him.



"Sheriff. What brings you out this late?" Charles asks as he opens the door.



"We found a car down by Dead Man's Bend. There was no sign of the occupant, I'm just wondering if you've seen anybody wandering lost in the woods. There was a lot of blood inside the car so no doubt they'll be in need of medical attention."



Half closing the door behind him, Charles steps out onto the porch beside the Sheriff.



"Can't say I have, sorry Sheriff." Reaching behind him, Charles pulls the door closed. "If I see anyone I'll be sure to call you."



"Well the car is registered to a Julie Hargreaves. We're still waiting for a photo to come in from the Licensing Bureau, but in the mean time if you do see anyone..." Hearing the scratching coming from behind the closed door, the sheriff looks questioningly at Charles. "My God, that's Jet?"



"Yep," Charles says, grateful at the change of topic. "The old girl's going on fourteen years now. Starting to show her age but she still loves it when I take her out to the lake." Nodding, the sheriff makes his way to his car.



"Well anyway, I'd better check with the old Simpson property, see if they've seen anyone wandering." Gesturing his farewell as he tips his hat, the sheriff climbs into his squad car and reverses out the long gravel driveway. Watching until the car disappears from view, Charles makes his way back inside locking the door behind him.



Rousing from her sleep, Julie forces open her weary eyes. Seeing the retreating figure of a woman quickly leaving her room, she opens her mouth to call out, but the pain still thumping in her head making her voice a dull, husky whisper. With a heavy sigh she watches the door finally close, leaving her alone in the darkness. With no idea of time, Julie glances toward the curtained window. Her vision still hazy, but able to make out the drapes drawn tightly together with no chance of sun or moon light getting through to give her any indication of time.



Her stomach telling her body she's hungry, she glances to the small bedside table. The soup now replaced with a glass of milk and what looks to be some kind of casserole, Julie winces as she leans over reaching for the bowl. Pulling herself up against the pillow, she sits the bowl on her lap. Her head feeling light as she fights to steady the spoon as she raises it to her mouth.



"Oh, good to see you up," Charles says as he enters the room. His smile contagious as he sits in his usual spot on the bed, Julie manages a smile. "How did you sleep? You've been asleep most of the day."



"Good," she whispers, placing the bowl on the bedside table, a moan escaping her lips as she lays back against the pillow.



"Still having the headaches?" he asks placing the back of his hand against her forehead. Nodding, Julie closes her eyes against his touch. "I'll get you something for them. It'll help you sleep too." Smiling gratefully she leans back on the bed as he leaves the room.



"Here, take these Julie. They'll make you feel better," Charles says as he returns, handing her two shiny red pills.



"Thanks," she smiles, taking the pills and a glass of water from him.



"You get some rest love," he says, raising himself from the bed, "I'll check on you in the morning."



Closing the door behind him, she lays down hoping the pills have a rapid effect, her head aching as she closes her eyes against the darkness of the room.



Her eyes open wide, the room in total darkness, feeling the body pressing heavily over hers she pulls at her arms. Her hands bound to the bed head, leaving her unable to move. Her screams muffled against the ball of what ever had been shoved into her mouth. Fighting with all her might against the hands on the back of her knees, forcing her legs apart. As the material of her panties tears from her body, Julie feels the tears falling down the sides of her face, her struggles futile against the strength of him.



"Get the bitch," she hears from the darkness, the woman's voice vehement. Her mouth open wide in horror as she recognizes the voice as Margaret's. A new strength coursing through as Julie thrusts her hips hard against her attacker's, her legs flailing hopelessly, trying to do anything to get him off her.



"So you like it rough?" asks the young man's sinister voice. Through the darkness she could feel his sneer.



Her mind racing as the realization of what is happening to her dawns. 'It has to be Mark.' The hands gripping her legs tight, the rough fingernails cutting into her flesh as with no warning his cock forces its way inside her. Her muscles dry, the pain of his cock tearing her muscles apart almost too much to bare. Her screams coming as a hoarse muffled whisper as she clamps her legs tight around his hips, trying to stop the onslaught of his vicious thrusts. Her body screaming 'NO' as her body deceives her thoughts. The tears rolling down her face as she feels herself lubricate as his relentless assault continues unabated.



His hips forcing his length inside her, bruising against her pelvis as he digs his fingers tighter into the back of her knees driving his cock hard and furious. Closing her eyes against the pain, silently praying for the torment to end, Julie clenches her teeth around the gag filling her mouth. His balls constantly slapping against the cheeks of her ass as his shaft pounds inside her, inhaling sharply as it bashes hard against her cervix.



The menacing laugh of Margaret echos through the small room leaving goose bumps surfacing on Julie's pale skin. Mark's relentless abuse of her body leaving her drained, her resistance waining as his grunts intensify. With one offending thrust of his hips, she feels his member swell as he spills his seed deep inside, his breath now coming in ragged gasps. Withdrawing, then shoving himself deep as his cock spews the rest of his poison, Julie closes her eyes fighting the hatred and nausea.



Feeling his body slump heavily onto hers, Julie bucks her hips hard against his in a final attempt to push him from her. Her efforts only driving his cock deeper, his laugh haunting against the darkness.



"The bitch likes it, Mother," Mark sneers. A new wave of tears well in her eyes as she feels his cock twitch inside her.



"Do it to her again!" Margaret's voice threatening, sounding dangerously close as Julie waits for the next wave of abuse on her already bruised and aching body.



His cock moving in slow, languid thrusts, with each movement Julie can feel him regaining his erection. His hands move roughly over her breasts, pinching her nipples hard through the sheer fabric of her blouse. With a lightening speed, Mark grips the fabric, pulling the shirt open, the sound of buttons hitting the bare wooden floors almost deafening as a new fear surfaces within Julie. The rough, dry hands groping her breast as he picks up the pace of his callous thrusts. Wincing against the pain of his punishing cock she sobs silently, hoping he finishes quickly.



His hand moves between her legs, taking his cock in his hands he slides from her swollen lips and moves the slick head of his shaft over the puckered entrance to her anus.



"No!" Julie screams, the gag almost choking her as panic surfaces. Lashing her hips desperately, pulling herself away from his seeking cock. With a vicious slap across her cheek, Mark digs his fingers deep into the back of her knee, pulling her body down to his. With a brutal indifference he forces his cock past the tight resistance of her sphincter, piercing her virginal ass ignoring her agonizing screams.



His cock filling her canal, mercilessly thrusting hard inside, withdrawing most of his length before thrashing his hips hard against hers impaling her ass with his shaft. The fire burning inside her rectum feeling like her insides are being torn as the rape continues, her mouth open in a silent scream as she tries to pull her hips away. The tightness of her ass sucking around his cock, only driving him deeper, his hips thrashing against hers in a frenzy.



His fingers feeling like they're trying to squeeze the blood from her nipple, Julie's body tenses from both the fear and pain of the attack. His thrusts exacerbating as his orgasm nears, his balls burying themselves against her cheeks as the sperm builds, the pressure rising up his shaft. With a deafening grunt his cock swells, stretching her muscles wider as he pumps his seed deep inside her anal canal.



Almost as fast as it started, her ordeal is over. Her body burning from the assault, unable to move with the restraints still holding her wrists tight, Julie cries against the pillow. The pounding in her head now feeling like a dull ache compared to the seering, stinging pain of her bowel and bruised pelvis. Unsure exactly how long she layed there, she finally feels sleep envelop her.



The sun streaming in from the open window hurting her eyes as she wakes from her slumber, Julie moans feeling the aching of her body as she struggles to raise herself.



"Good morning," Charles smiles cheerily, resting a breakfast tray on the bedside table. "Sorry to wake you, but it's going to be such a nice day, just seems a waste to spend it in a room full of darkness."



Rubbing the red bruises on her wrists, Julie looks up accusingly at Charles. His happy disposition not making sense after the horrific assault that occured only hours earlier.



"How's the head this morning?" he asks, his mood unfaultering and jovial.



"Wh... where the hell were you last night?" her words coming out through clenched teeth, not believing for a moment that he hadn't heard her screams.



"I took Jet into town," he says, a look of confusion crossing his face as he eyes his houseguest. "Sorry love, but you were fast asleep when I left, I didn't want to disturb you. I thought you'd sleep right through after taking the pills."



"Yeah, well I didn't!" Julie spat. "That sick fuck Mark raped me!" Her eyes like daggers as she glares up at him. "And Margaret? She was here too, telling him to do it again!" The heat in her face unavoidable as a fiery anger builds inside her. Charles' face turning an ashen shade of gray as he carefully avoids her gaze.



"I'm so sorry, Julie," he stammers. "I don't know what to say." Making his way to the door he turns back to face her, "It won't happen again."



Sitting flabbergasted, Julie watches as he closes the door, locking it behind him. A new fury surfacing as her mind races, desperately planning a way of escape. Ignoring the aches of her body she climbs out of bed, steadying herself as she stands holding the bed for support. Moving the curtain aside, careful incase anyone is outside, she peers out. Seeing the coast is clear she checks the window, only to discover it nailed shut. Her heart pounding as she hears the sounds of footsteps outside her door, she quickly climbs back into the bed as quietly as she can.



Hearing the steps falter outside the door, Julie sits motionless, holding her breath as she strains to hear any sounds. The hum of a car making its way over what sounds like gravel suddenly fills the silence, sounding like it stops right outside her window. Julie lets out a relieved sigh as she listens to the sound of footsteps retreating from the doorway. Straining to hear she sits silent, hear heart beating loudly in her ears making it hard for her to make out the muffled voices coming from outside.



"Hey, Sheriff," Charles smiles, extending a friendly hand. "Any news of that missing girl yet?"



"Not yet," the sheriff says, taking the hand and shaking it with a firm grip. "Just got the photo sent of the missing woman. Seems her husband has been searching frantically for her."



"I hope they find her soon then," Charles says, taking a nervous glance toward the side of the house.



"Here's a recent photo of her, Charles," the sheriff says, holding a paper out for him. "She may be dazed and disoriented, so keep your eyes open."



"Will do," Charles nods as the sheriff makes his way to his car.



Taking a nervous breath, Julie sneaks out of bed and peers out the window. Seeing Charles talking to the Sheriff her heart skips a beat. Not caring anymore who hears her, she screams at the top of her lungs to attract his attention.



"Help!" she screams. Bashing on the window she sees the sheriff look up from over his car. Waving frantically, her jubilation sending tears streaming down her cheeks.



"What the...?" Pulling his gun from its holster, the Sheriff aims it at Charles. "Arms in the air! Now!" he orders, keeping the gun aimed, arms out straight in front., he keeps his eyes fixated on Charles. Reaching inside his car he grabs his radio mic. "Jacobs? I'm at the Newport property. Get a car and an ambulance out here now! I've found the missing Hargreaves woman, see if you can get in touch with her husband too."



Marching Charles inside the cabin, his gun aimed cautiously at him, the Sheriff makes his way to the locked bedroom door.



"Mrs. Hargreaves, this is the Sheriff. Stand away from the door." With an almighty kick, the door is flung open. Falling into his protective arms, Julie sobs against his shoulder.



"Oh, thank God!" she cries. A look of sheer terror crossing her face as she looks over the Sheriff's shoulder. Following her gaze he spins around.



The shotgun aimed at the pair, Charles stands his face emotionless. The wig placed askew as he casually cocks the gun.



"You shouldn't have come here, Sheriff," Margaret's voice rings out. "She's nothin' but a tramp."



"Put down the gun, Charles," the Sheriff cautions, slowly lowering his own weapon to the floor. "Nobody is going to get hurt Charles, just put down the gun."



"Do I look like that wimpy little coward?" Margaret voice shouts mockingly, a look of utter disgust crossing Charles' face. "I'm Margaret!" he hisses.



"Margaret has been dead for years, Charles." The Sheriff edges warily closer, now mere inches from the end of the shot gun. "She died with Mark when the old factory exploded."



"Liar!" Raising the gun, Charles cocks, ready to fire.



"It's okay, Charles," the Sheriff says soothingly. "We'll get you help. Just put the gun down." With his hands held out in front, his palms flat facing Charles he inches his way closer.



Waving the gun menacingly in his face, Margaret sneers.



"You think you're so smart, don't you? Mark and I didn't die in that fire." Without warning Charles pulls the trigger, the Sheriff falling heavily at Julie's feet.



The screams resounding, deafening inside the confinements of the room, Julie falls to her knees sobbing.



"No!" she screams, looking up with tear stained eyes at Charles/Margaret. Staring down, leering at her, Charles laughs that same haunting laugh that sends shivers racing up Julie's spine. The memory of that night sending another wave of tears stinging her eyes. Looking up into the barrel of his gun, she sobs, not caring anymore if she lives or dies.



"This one's for you bitch," Charles says as he cocks the gun. Closing her eyes tight, Julie clenches her teeth as the earsplitting sound of a gun firing stings her ears. Hearing the thud of something hitting against the door, she slowly opens her eyes. Charles' body lays slumped against the door, a smear of blood staining the paint from where he had slid. The deputy sheriff moves into view, his gun still aimed at the slumped figure.



"Julie, are you okay?" Not waiting another second she gets to her feet, almost stumbling as she runs from the room. An ambulance officer grabs her and holds her close, rocking her gently as the tears spill Smoothing her hair softly, he wraps a blanket over her shoulders and leads her outside.



Sitting alone in his room, Charles sits silently. His arms restrained tight inside the confinements of the white jacket, the sleeves overlapping his body, meeting as they buckle snugly behind his back. Looking up through the small square window, he sees the Doctor peering momentarily at him before entering.



"Good morning, Charles," the psychiatrist says, taking a seat opposite him as he rests his notepad on the small table separating the pair.



"Good morning, Doctor Evans."



"Good morning, Margaret," picking up his pen and pad, he waits for Margaret to surface. With a leer Charles face contorts to that of his dead wife's.



"Hmmph," Margaret snorts.



"Is Mark here today?" the psychiatrist asks, casually scribbling in his pad as he waits for the boy to answer.



"Don't answer him, Mark!" Margaret's voice snarls.



"It's okay, Mother," Mark's voice says as Charles' face takes on a slightly softer expression. "Good morning, Doc."



Julie lays quietly in her husband's arms. The memory of her experience only surfacing when she hears that haunting laugh in her nightmares. Six months later, her life is gradually returning to normal. The soft knock on the door rousing the pair from their rested state. Pulling on her robe, she clambers from the bed and makes her way to the front of their modest house. Her mouth agape as she opens the door.



"Sheriff!" Throwing her arms warmly around his neck she kisses his cheek tenderly. His arm supported by a slim band running from behind his neck to his wrist. "How's the shoulder?"



"It's getting there," he smiles. Nodding as Mike makes his way up the hallway.



"Hey, Sheriff," Mike says, fastening the waist tie on his robe before extending his hand for a warm handshake. "Come in, I'll put on the kettle."



"Thanks." Making their way inside, Julie closes the door gently behind the trio as they make their way to the kitchen.



The psychiatrist lays in a pool of blood, the bloodied pen reflecting the light as the sounds of Margaret's laugh echo through the silent corridors...



Wanna Have a Bite?

In the cool darkness of the night we meet in the moon light. Our desire great, emotions high and the need greater than the rest. One willing to change, the other willing to perform the act. A new union was to take place this night.



As we two lay on the blanket in the field we talk for a long time.



Now there was no turning back, lives would be forever changed. We wanted to be sure the decision was steadfast.



We started simply enough, holding each other, softly kissing. Soon my hands were on your breasts massaging them dragging my hands and nails down them drawing just the slightest bit of blood, it trickles slowly down between them, a red river in a land of milky white.



Your hand on my cock stroking. Your blouse ripped, buttons flying. This would be our last love making as a mixed species.



The look in your eyes was total abandonment, in mine the fiery lust of blood. Your legs spread wide and I drove hard into your wetness.



Our moans animal like. Breathing swirled with the sounds of two bodies grinding together. The time was getting near. Near for our orgasm and primed for the change.



The timing had to be right. The vein had moved to the surface during their mating.



Now? A whispered "Yessssssss" was heard. My teeth punctured the artery of your neck. The coppery warm liquid eagerly being drunk. Our sounds of love not of this world, but of a darker one.



At the last my bite was released, our bodies racked with orgasm and blood all at once.



My wrist slit, blood flowed and moved to the mouth of my soon to be soulmate. Coughing, at first, a natural reaction, you're not used to the purity, ah then I hear a sucking sound, your hands grasp for my wrist, for survival in some other form.



A mild grimace from me jerking the warming liquid away. A I watch intensely awaiting the transformation.



Even though I knew what to expect, the changes could not compare to your natural beauty. It was a new world and ours to share as we kissed deeply.



The hunger was great. We left together to find what we needed.



Later the body of a waitress at a truck stop near I-95 was found. She was sitting in the middle of the back seat. Her dress was ripped down the middle exposing her curves. The look on her face was one of extreme pleasure, proven by the pool of cum on the seat between her legs.



Her chest was thrust out, head back and legs spread wide. The skin was as white as a china doll. Matching bites were found on either side of her body, neck, wrist, breasts and inner thighs.



However one set was larger than the other.



As the first sun rose of this new existence, we shared our first day embracing in the darkness of our hideaway as the sun rose and ruined a glorious night.

I was at work, and Michele went to the walk in movie at 6:00 PM. After the movie, she came out the front door. It was dark since the sun was now down. She was going to go towards her car, when she heard someone to her left say something. She saw a guy standing down at the other end of the building by the alley. She looked at him, and he asked her to come over there because he needed some help. Michele said ok and started to walk towards him. When she did, he started to back up down the alley till he was almost in the dark. Michele got to the edge of the building and alley. She looked down the alley and saw him going into the darkness. He motioned for her to follow him. She walked down the alley till she got to where he was. She asked him what could she help him with. She saw that he was tall, had red hair, and a red goatee. He was well dressed also so she knew he wasn't a bum, and she wasn't afraid.



She looked at his face, then his eyes. He was staring at her, and she stared back. He started to hypnotize her, and soon she was under his spell. He backed further into the darkness, and she followed him, totally under his control. Soon they were completely in the darkness of the alley, unable to be seen by anyone. As she stood there in the dark with him, he commanded her by thought to put her hands by her sides. When she moved her hands down and had them by her sides, he moved in closer and directly in front of her. He reached up with both of his hands and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. He then pulled open her shirt and exposed her chest and the top of her bra. I could see that she was wearing her white bra that pushed her tits up. He looked down at her exposed chest, then up again into her eyes.



She seemed to know what he wanted, because without saying a word, she expanded her lungs to make her chest stick out more, and thrust it out towards him. It looked like her tits were going to spill out of the top of her bra. He watched her as she did what he commanded, and then moved in closer to her. He then turned his head to the left, and laid his ear on her exposed chest. He held his head there quite a while, then stood up to face her. He still had the top of her shirt pulled open. He looked down again at her chest, moved his eyes up to her neck, then up to her eyes again. Michele stared into his eyes, then reached up and brushed her hair back away from the left side of her neck. She tilted her head to the right, exposing her neck to him. I then saw him start to move his lips towards her neck. I saw him open his mouth, and saw that he had fangs. He then bit into Michele's neck and wrapped his arms around her.



I saw her hands slide up from her sides, reach up, and wrap around his back. While he was biting her, she rubbed up and down his back as to encourage him to continue. They stayed locked together for awhile. I could see him sucking in when he drew blood from her. When he pulled back, I could see the two holes on her neck, and a little blood dripping from the wound. He looked into Michele's eyes again, then bent his face towards her neck and used his tongue to wipe the blood away from her neck. He commanded Michele to button up her shirt, and she reached up and buttoned the button. He then said something to her in a real low voice, then disappeared into the dark. Michele then came out of his spell, walked to her car, got in, and drove home.



The next thing I saw was the next night. I wasn't home, and Michele was going to get her shower. She walked into the bedroom and closed the door. She went into the bathroom and opened the window so it wouldn't get stuffy in there when she took her shower. She left the bathroom, and walked into the bedroom to take off her clothes. She took off her shoes and socks, then threw her socks into the hamper. She then reached up to unbutton her pants. While she was throwing her socks into the hamper, I saw a misty type of smoke start to filter into the bathroom through the window screen. As she was just about to unbutton the top button of her jeans, the guy from the alley materialized in the bathroom and walked into the bedroom. Michele saw him enter the bedroom and was startled at first, till she looked into his eyes. He quickly put her under his spell again.



He again commanded her to put her hands on her sides. She dropped her hands away from the button on her jeans, and down to her sides. He walked towards her till he was standing directly in front of her. He stared deep into her eyes. He reached up with his hands and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. He then trailed his hands down to the second button and unbuttoned that also. He opened up her shirt and exposed her chest and the entire front of her bra. She was wearing her light brown see through bra. You could see all her tits, to include her nipples. Her nipples were hard, and she was breathing real funny. Her breaths were coming in short gasps, which made her tits jiggle and bounce. He looked at her tits, and watched as they jiggled.



Then Michele acted as if on his command to expand her chest and push it out towards him. He watched as she offered herself to him. Her tits were thrust out and her lungs were fully expanded. The brown bra also pushed her tits up, so when she expanded her chest, it looked like her tits were about to spill out of this bra also. She really looked like she was trying to entice him to take her bra off. He looked down at her chest and saw her heaving breasts. Then, while holding her shirt open, he turned his head to the left and again laid his ear on her exposed chest. With her tits expanded and pushed up like they were, his cheek came to rest on top of her cool creamy flesh. He kept his ear to her chest for quite a while. Then he removed his head from her chest, and stood to face her. He held her shirt open, stared at her chest, then to her neck, then up to her eyes, and looked deep into them. Michele moved her hand up and brushed back the hair from the left side of her neck.



She tilted her head to the right, exposing her neck to him. He looked down and saw where the holes were where he bit her before. He moved his lips towards her neck, opened his mouth, sunk his fangs into Michele's neck, and wrapped his arms around her. She reached up and wrapped her arms around him, rubbed up and down his back, and moaned. They stayed locked together for awhile, then he pulled back. I saw the two holes in her neck reopened, and again a small amount of blood was coming from the wound. Again he bent his face down and licked the blood from her neck with his tongue. I heard him then tell her that he wasn't going to change her into a vampire. He would only take enough blood from her to quench his thirst, and that would be replenished by the next night. He said he didn't want to change her because he wanted to have her company, and besides he had other plans. He commanded her to button up her shirt again. She did as he commanded. Then I heard him tell her that he would see her again soon, and then he turned into mist and went back out the bathroom window.



She came out of his spell slower this time, but showed no idea he was even there. The next thing I saw was Michele waking up the next morning to get dressed. She put on her white bikini panties, jeans, socks and shoes. She then got her blue and white checkered button down shirt. She put that on and no bra. The day went on, soon it was night and time for her to get her shower. Again she walked into the bedroom and closed the door. She went into the bathroom and opened the window again. She then went in to the bedroom and took off her socks and shoes. While she was taking off her shoes and socks, I saw the same misty smoke come in through the screen in the bathroom window and he materialized in the bathroom. She threw her socks into the hamper, then turned to go to the closet to take off the rest of her clothes. When she turned, she saw him standing in the middle of the room. She gasped, but was again under his spell almost immediately. This time he didn't have to tell her to drop her hands. She immediately put her hands to her sides. He stepped towards her till he was right in front of her.



He looked deep into her eyes, reached up with both of his hands, and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. His hands slid down and unbuttoned the second button of her shirt, and then he slid his hands down to the third button and unbuttoned that also. He then slowly opened her shirt to expose the top of her chest. When he opened her shirt further, he saw that she was not wearing a bra. She was breathing really fast, and her chest was heaving. Her tits were practically bouncing from her heavy breathing, and her nipples were long and hard. He opened her shirt wider and stared as her tits were more exposed to his gaze. He looked at her tits for what seemed a long time and watched them heave up and down as she breathed. He then looked deep in her eyes again, and as by command, she drew in a deep breath and pushed out her chest at him. He looked down at her tits and watched as they grew firmer and rounder. Her nipples stuck out, and looked like they were at least an inch long. He started to move his head down as if her were about to suck on one of her nipples, but he then turned his head to the left and again laid his ear on her exposed chest.



This time his cheeks were making direct contact with her tits. She could feel his face on her tits, and it made her nipples grow longer and harder. He kept his ear to her chest a long time. He then removed his head from her chest, and stood up to face her. He held her shirt open wider, and looked at her tits again for a while. I saw while he was watching her tits bounce he licked his lips. He was really concentrating on her tits. I heard him say to her that she had nice breasts, and her nipples looked very inviting. Michele moaned when he said that. He then looked up to stare her in the eyes. Michele moved her hand up again, and brushed back the hair from the left side of her neck. She tilted her head to the right to expose her neck to him. He slowly moved his lips to her neck, but instead of biting her, he first started to kiss her neck around the area he had bit twice before.



Michele wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his back up and down. She started to breathe faster, and let out a long low moan. He then opened his mouth, and again bit into her neck. She breathed in deep and held her breath while he drank her blood. She continued to hug him and rub her hands up and down his back. When he was done, he pulled back and kissed her neck where he had just been sucking. He used his tongue to get the little drops of blood that were dripping from the holes. He then stood up and backed away from her a step. He was still holding her shirt open wide. Michele was breathing hard, her tits were swollen, her nipples were rock hard, and her chest was heaving. He commanded her to button her shirt, but before she did, he wanted her to play with her tits and pinch her nipples. Michele raised her hands up to her tits, and started to massage them, then knead them like small loves of bread. She closed her eyes and moaned. She then pinched her nipples hard and moaned louder. She moved one hand down between her legs and started to rub her pussy through her jeans.



She started to rub faster and harder, and pull on her nipple. All at once she groaned and stiffened. He could see that she was reaching orgasm. She shook and shuddered. When she stopped shaking and breathing hard, he commanded her to button up her shirt. She did as he commanded. He told her that he must see her again the next night. Michele said to him that she would be waiting. He then turned into a mist and rolled out of the open bathroom window. Michele came out of the trance. When she started to finish getting undressed, she noticed that the crotch of her panties were soaked and had leaked out to the crotch of her jeans. She also noticed that her tits were slightly sore and her nipples were tender. The only times they felt like this before is when I played with them and pinched her nipples hard. She finished undressing, got in the shower, and shaved her legs.



The next day Michele woke up and got dressed. She put on her pair of sheer white bikini panties that you could see through, socks, shoes, and her white cotton button down shirt with no bra. Since she shaved her legs the night before, she decided to wear shorts. The day seemed to drag on for her. Somewhere in her mind, she was thinking about what would happen tonight. She wasn't sure what it was, but she knew something would happen. Day turned into night, I was already at work, and Michele was going to get her shower. She got up, went into the bedroom and closed the door. She didn't immediately go into the bathroom and open the window though.



She took off her socks and shoes. Put her socks into the hamper. Then she took off her shorts. She had them in her hand when she went into the bathroom to open up the window. After opening the window, she went back into the bedroom and put her shorts on top of the hamper. She reached for the top button of her shirt, then turned to go to the closet to take off the rest of her clothes. When she turned, she saw him standing in the middle of the room. She drew in a deep breath, and looked into his eyes. She was immediately back under his spell. She dropped her hands away from her button, and slid them to her sides. He looked her up and down and saw that she had her pants off also. He stepped forward till he was standing right in front of her. He stared her in the eyes, reached up with both of his hands and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt.



He continued to look deep into her eyes while his hands slid down to the second button and unbuttoned it. His hands slid further down and unbuttoned the third button. Then, he slid his hands down and unbuttoned the forth and last button. He opened her shirt completely exposing the entire front of her for him to see. Her chest was heaving, her nipples were hard, and her tits were rounder and fuller. He looked at her body. He started with her tits, which seemed to have grown, and were fuller and rounder. He then let his eyes travel down to her stomach, then her hips, and then to her panties. He could see through them, and saw her pubic hair. It was a perfect V. He looked at her pubic area for awhile, then trailed his eyes back up. He watched as her chest heaved and her tits seemed to grow right in front of his eyes. Her nipples grew longer and stiffer while he watched them. Then she started to pant.



She was acting like she was in heat. He trailed his eyes up till he could look her in her eyes. When his eyes reached hers, he stared deep into them. She then expanded her lungs and thrust her chest out for him. He moved his lips to the top of her chest and kissed her there. He then moved his lips down to the top of her tits and kissed her there. It looked like he was going to move his lips to one of her nipples to suck on it, but he then turned his head to the left, and again laid his ear on her exposed chest. His face again was touching her tits. She felt this again, and it looked like her tits grew bigger, rounder, and her nipples grew longer and harder. He kept his ear to her chest for a long time, then pulled his head away so he could stand and face her. When he was standing in front of her, Michele looked down to see that he still had a hold of her shirt, and it was wide open. She watched her tits heave, and her nipples stick straight out.



She then looked up at his face and could see that he was smiling. Michele started to smile also. He stepped back one step, still holding Michele's shirt open, and looked Michele deep in the eyes again. Michele shrugged her shoulders back. He then slid Michele's shirt off her shoulders, down her arms, then off. He dropped the shirt on the floor to her side, then looked at her standing there with only her panties on. He stepped close to her. She was looking deep into his eyes when she felt his hands on her tits. He started to rub them, then squeeze them in his hands. He pinched and pulled on her nipples, which made them grow harder and longer. I could see Michele's face while he was doing this.



She had her eyes closed and her mouth open. She was panting short gasps, and started to moan softly. She felt him remove his hands from her tits, and then felt them slide down the front of her till they reached her panties. She felt his finger slide under the waistband, and slide down towards her pubic mound. When his fingers reached her pubic hair, he stopped his hand from sliding down any further because her legs were closed. He looked up again into her eyes. Michele could hear what he was saying, and did what she asked. She moved her right foot away from her left so her legs would open. As soon as they were parted wide, she felt his hand start to slide further down. She could soon feel his finger between her legs. I heard Michele moan when he slid his finger up and down the folds of her slit. He was checking to see how wet she was.



He found out quickly just how wet she was, and slipped his finger into her. She moaned loudly and shook from the beginnings of her orgasm. He started to finger her pussy fast and deep. Michele reached out and grabbed a hold of his crotch and started to rub his dick through his pants. Suddenly she stiffened and screamed out that she was cumming. She then sprayed his finger and hand with her hot pussy juices, and grabbed a hold of his now thick hard dick. He knew she was ready to fuck now, so he pulled his hand out of her panties. He then grabbed the waistband of her panties between his thumbs and fingers and peeled them down. She opened her eyes, looked down, and stepped out of them while he held them in place near the ground. He dropped her panties on top of her shirt. He then stood up, picked her up in his arms, and moved over to the bed.



He laid her down on the bed and lay down next to her so he was facing her. He looked her deeper in the eyes. She slid her hand up and brushed the hair away from the left side of her neck. She tilted her head to expose her neck to him. He bent his face forward till his lips were touching her neck. Michele braced herself for the feeling of his fangs biting into her. Instead she felt his lips lightly kissing her neck, then slowly trail up to her ear. He then moved his lips to her face and kissed her cheek, then slid them over to put them on her lips. He kissed her long and hard on her lips and slid his tongue into her waiting open mouth. They kissed for a long time. They kissed each other's lips, necks, and ears. He then pulled away from her, reached up with his hands and pulled his shirt open and off. He faced her again, and looked into her eyes.



Michele slightly came out of his spell, just enough to speak to him. She asked him why he laid his head on her chest right before he bit her on the neck, and why didn't he bite her this time. He told her in a soft voice that he was listening to her heartbeat. He told her that humans had four different heartbeats. One was a normal heartbeat, the second was one when they were scared, the third was when they were anxious, and the fourth was when they were preparing for sex and are passionate. He went on to tell her that the first time in the alley, when he unbuttoned her top button, he listened to her heart to see if she was strong. He heard her heartbeat, knew that she was, and it was beating normal because she wasn't afraid. He said the second time when he unbuttoned two buttons and listened, he heard her heartbeat and it was elevated like she was scared. He then told her that the third time when he unbuttoned three buttons, exposed her naked chest, and listened, even though her nipples were hard, he heard her heartbeat, and it was elevated like she was anxious. He said this time when he unbuttoned all four buttons, and totally exposed her naked front to him, he saw her breasts had grown fuller, rounder, and her nipples were very hard. He told her that when he put his ear to her chest and listened, he heard her heartbeat and found that it was beating passionately. He knew that she was ready for sex, and wanted to have it.



He told her then that he wanted to have sex with her, but wanted her to want him also. He told her that he wasn't going to bite her neck now, that he was going to fuck her. Michele gasped when she heard him say that, and I heard her in a begging type voice, "yes please fuck me." He looked deep in her eyes again. Michele was out from under his spell now, and was totally on her own free will as she reached down, unbuckled his pants, then pulled them and his underwear down. She then used her foot to completely remove them and kick them off the bed. He put his hand on her chest then slid it down till it was between her now parted legs. He slid his hand over her pubic hair till he was directly between her legs. He could feel by her heat and wetness that she was ready. While he was feeling between her legs, he bent his head down and placed his ear on her chest. Not only could he feel that she was ready, he could also hear by her heartbeat that she wanted, and was ready for sex.



He then slid over on top of her and she opened her legs wide to allow him to get between them. He raised her knees, pulled up on her hips, and slowly slid his dick into her. Michele was so wet and ready that he easily slid all the way in. He started to fuck her long and deep. I could hear her tell him to fuck her good. She was saying yes over and over, trailing the s. I heard him growl, push all the way into her, slide his hands under her ass, and pull her closer to him. He growled again, and threw his head back. I heard Michele scream that she could feel his cum shooting into her, and that it was so hot. He pushed deeper into her still and shot more cum into her. Michele was screaming yes to him, and telling him that he was filling her up with his hot cum. He slid his hands out from under her, and slid them up to her tits. He squeezed both of them in his hands, and pulled on her nipples. I then heard Michele scream out for him to keep cumming in her and pulling her nipples because she was cumming also.



She picked her hips up off the bed, and wrapped her arms around his waist to pull him closer. She screamed out "oh god it feels so good." As she was cumming, he pushed the hair away from her neck, tilted her head slightly, bent his head down to her neck, opened his mouth, and bit her again. As soon as his teeth sunk into her neck, Michele started cumming hard. She moaned and gasped while he was drinking her blood, bucked her hips up and down furiously, and raked his back with her fingernails. When he had his fill, he pulled his fangs out of her, licked the blood off of her neck, and started to fuck her again. He slammed in and out of her very fast, and Michele would groan whenever he hit bottom. Her eyes opened wide and she screamed out the she could feel him cumming again. She came with him this time and they both collapsed in each other's arms when they had finished.



She purred to him that he could keep coming to her nightly, and he didn't have to go anywhere else. He told her that when he was biting her and drinking her blood, that he also put some of his blood in her. He told her that now she would never have a menstrual cycle again, so if she wanted, they could fuck every night. He also told her that since he was the undead, she couldn't get pregnant. He also told her that he was good for as many times as she wanted nightly since he was the undead. She hugged him hard and told him she would love to fuck him every night, and would find a way to be with him on my days off. I then saw Michele reach down and grab his dick. It was soon hard again, and he mounted her.



He fucked her slow and deep. She was begging him to fuck her, she told him she really needed it, and wanted this to last a long time. He fucked her through moans, groans, gasps, and whimpers. Michele had her legs pulled back so far that her knees were practically by the sides of her shoulders. He pulled out of her and lowered her knees till her legs were on the bed. He then straddled her hip area, and sat on her. He reached down and grabbed his dick. He aimed the head at her stomach and chest. He told her to open her eyes and watch while he came. She did as he asked, and soon was staring at the head of his dick.



She watched as the first stream of sperm shot out of the slit. It shot out and landed across her lips, chin and neck. I watched as she stuck out her tongue and licked the cum from around her mouth. The next shot landed on her left tit covering her nipple and ran down the sides. The next shot hit her right tit and did the same as the other. It hit her nipple then ran down the sides. Right before I woke up I saw Michele reach up with her hands and start to rub his cum all over her tits and chest. She was smiling and let out a long sigh. I woke up just as she was about to wrap her lips around his dick

She turned feeling eyes on her back. She had never known such intensity. Their were many guys staring at them, well what do you expect, a beautiful blond, a fiery redhead, and a sparkly brunette. But one of those guys stood out in particular.



She looked over the cafe, twisting slightly in her seat, trying to find out who it was that was looking at her, so intensely that she could feel it without even looking... almost luring her to... she didn't know what.



She finally found him, and stared, her usual evil glare, and indifferent stature diminishing entirely. He was about 6'2", long jet-black hair, startling blue eyes, garbed in black.



It seemed like hours ago that she had just been laughing with her friends about such trivial topics as which store to shop at, and what losers men were.



His eyes caught hers; she was under his spell completely and found that she could not look away. She heard her friends calling her name in the background, asking if she was ok. They stopped when they saw him walking over to their table in the back of the bark cafe.



She had always liked the dark, thrived in it, and now she knew why, for that man coming toward her was darkness himself.



A chill went up her spine when he took her hand, it was so cold, and yet it seemed it emulated warmth that rocked her whole body.



Silently she followed him out, her friend staring after her as if in a trance, but she didn't notice.



He brought her to a house just down the block, and carried her inside, down into a candlelit chamber underground. The only thing in the room was a bed wrought in silver, velvet and silk. The colors black and red mingled in the design, seeming to shimmer, making her slightly dizzy.He brought her a gown, black and gauzy, almost see through, and she slowly stripped off her cloths and donned the dress. It fit her perfectly, clinging to every curve. He then rose from the plush bed from where he had been watching her change and came towards her. Pulling the pins from her hair, he watched as it cascaded down around her shoulders in an array of curls.



Gently, he picked her up and laid her on the bed, she glanced around the room and she saw something hidden in the shadows. It was long and black, old with time, worn, and yet still as beautiful as the day it had been crafted. It was a coffin.



The Vampire! At long last! He has come for me! Her mind screamed at her with glee. She lifted her hair away from her neck, exposing her bare throat, gently pulling him forward, her heart racing faster then ever before.



He pulled from her and slowly leaned forward to kiss her. Her eyes narrowed a moment before she understood he wanted to love her as a human before he brought her to the darkness.



They kissed again passionately, slowly. For a time that was all they did, feeling each other's bodies crushing against each other. Finally she rolled him over, dominating, and it seemed he would allow it, though he could easily overpower her. Looking into his eyes she shrugged out of the flimsy gown, her breasts falling full and heavy, yet they were firm and round. With every breath they heaved suggestively, and she paused for a moment, holding her breath, looking down as she had so many times before to see what they would look like without breath in them. Then she reached over, tugging at his shirt, and he lifted himself to slip from it gracefully, his eyes admiring the curves of her body.



As she began to unbutton his jeans, he pulled her close, kissing him again, those elongated teeth biting into her lip subtly. Every kiss and every touch as his hands caressed her aroused her more, and as she reached her own hand down she was somewhat surprised to find his member hard and erect, like marble. She straddled him, rubbing his cock against her juicy clit. Arching his hips, he pushed himself inside her, and she gasped as he stretched her wide, her own back arching in the ecstasy. He pulled her down, brushing her hair from her neck, and his mouth opened as he pressed his teeth to her neck. Quickly he bit down, puncturing her flesh with his sharp teeth. Nimble fingers reached up, as the blood dribbled into his mouth, her own orgasm fueling his. As he came, those fingers gripped the razor tightly, and lifting her, he slashed her throat, watching the surprise on her face, the dread as she realized that this breath was her last. That in all honesty, he was just a man. A man who, however, had fetishes and connections that allowed him such pleasures.



As her blood spilled over him, he smiled, rolling her off of him, and lifting her. Slowly he walked over to the coffin, and opening the lid with one hand, looked down at the partially rotted woman within. Carefully he lay this one upon the other, arranging her limbs so that it would look as though the two dead women were embracing. His eyes closed for a moment, he licked the blood from his lips, then turning away and allowing the lid to slam closed, he climbed back into the blood soaked bed. Easily, he fell asleep, his dreams filled with visions of his dead harem, and those that would soon be joining it.

The heavy, moist air lingered as a constant reminder that this had been one summer to remember. Sunset had only curved the heat while the streets of New Orleans filled with humidity. Now the darkness surrounding the city was alive.



Behind the majestic horseman statue in the famous City Park, I was lying flat on my back looking at the southern sky and the peaked sword like extensions of the Saint Louis Cathedral as they stabbed upward at the heavens. Three nights straight I had left my lonely little apartment to lie in this exact spot, in this same park by myself with not even a blanket to rest on, crying and talking to myself.



I brought my wallet of course...that would account for the alcohol on my breath. Drinking was one of the only things that I could motivate myself to do, other than dragging myself from the cramped little living space of mine. I had lost my job, my friends, my sanity, and now I was aiming for the only thing that I technically had left.



Now of course I had been warned time after time about the “freaks” that were around the city at any given time and how dangerous it was, but let’s face it, at the moment I didn't give a shit. In fact, in my own strange way I was inviting death and daring it to take me.



After three nights straight of this I was guessing that “Death” had someone or something better to do.



Again I could hear the words in my head, over and over in his voice.



“I love you...but I’m not in love with you...I want you...but not in the relationship sense...I’m sorry...I wish I would have treated you better...but now there’s this other girl and we’re hanging out...I’ve been trying to find the words to tell you.”



Wracking with sobs I pleaded with the vast New Orleans sky as the sides of my face had become sticky as the tears kept drying, only be replaced with new ones.



“I waited for years...for this. If you are up there...do you find this funny? He was all I wanted...just for him to love me back...and then it seems I have my wish only to have it jerked away after I plan to build my life around “us”. He loved me one day and the next he didn’t. How can someone just wake up one day and not love someone anymore? Please...don’t make me feel this for another night.” I pleaded with God, just in case he did exist.



It’s not as if I would get an answer but it was still worth a shot. I stayed for another hour or so, hoping some thug or drug crazed junkie would just come along and beat me to death. I had no luck. I staggered drunkenly to my feet and sighed a bit as the damp material of my top clung to my moist skin. Folding my arms across my chest, I began to walk through Jackson Square. Perhaps I had passed hundreds of people, but I just didn’t see them.



The only thing I could see was the mental picture of my lover’s adorable smile, if I tried hard enough I could even imagine his laugh. Then I imagined him wanting someone else. I wanted to drop right there in the street so that I could be trampled.



Instead I found myself cutting down the famous little alley near Saint Louis Cathedral with all the tarot card readers and self proclaimed mediums. I had been ripped off more than once by people like this so I kept my distance and continued my zombie like trance towards the farther parts of the French Quarter, snapping out of it every once in a while to get a frozen mixed drink in a plastic cup and carry it along.



There was no way in hell I was going to The Morgue tonight. It was our favorite bar and if I saw him with some bitch there...hmm...well we'll just say the name of the bar would be quite appropriate in that case. Typical jealous woman.



I could hear loads of motorcycles in the distance and spotted a whole line of them in front of a popular bar. The noise caught my attention but it was the little shop directly next to the bar that held my fascination. It’s blinking neon sign that read “Tarot, Palm Reading, and Voodoo”. I had been to this shop once before when I had first moved here. I had gotten a tarot reading, which, was strikingly accurate to my surprise.



I staggered into the store and glanced around slowly at all the books and prepackaged voodoo dolls with their color coded pins that hung near the register. Beside them sat little primitive looking dolls made from corn husk.



“You’ve gotta be kidding me. This is it?” I groaned with disappointment as I leaned over and flicked one of the painted doll faces.



“Can I help you?” A slender, perfect looking college aged girl asked.



“I want to speak with your priestess. It really can’t wait until tomorrow.” I answered softly.



“It’ll be about another ten minutes, she’s with a client.”



I simply nodded and walked around the store, waiting. I looked at my reflection in a mirror that hung in the corner of the store and stared at myself.



“I still look the same...” I whispered to myself. Absent mindedly I ran my hands over my tiny waist and much broader hips. I was still the same rather curvy Anna that I was when we were together. The only slight difference in myself I saw was that my eyes were puffy and red from crying and I looked tired. I had the same long ebony hair, the same big blue eyes and pale skin. I hadn’t gained any weight, in fact I was only averaging eating every two to three days, so I was probably losing weight.



“He’s probably fucking someone that looks like her.” I mumbled referring to the sales girl, who I was sure had “anorexia” stamped across her forehead lingering right beneath those wispy little blonde bangs.



“Why doesn’t he want me anymore...what’s wrong with me?”



“There’s nothing wrong with you, dear.” I heard a woman’s voice chime in to answer me.



Spinning around to my left, there stood a old woman, clad from head to toe in purple, wearing dozens of long beaded necklaces and big rings on her tiny fingers.



“I know I’m not what you expected, you were probably looking for an African American woman with a long dress and a red bandana.” She patted my shoulder. “Come on back, girl.”



We walked behind a black curtain in the side of the shop and sat down around a table filled with tarot cards, crystals, colorful stones, runes, and many other curious things.



“Now,” the woman said to me, “what brings you here to seek my counsel.”



I went through the whole story, exposing every gory detail to her. I bawled and cried throughout the whole thing as she sat there listening with genuine concern, only moving to grab me the occasional tissue.



“There is nothing wrong with you, honey. This man obviously has shit for brains. I will not be the first, and not the last to tell you that you seem like a kind, well educated, and very beautiful young woman. You look like a little porcelain doll baby.” The priestess smiled at me and reassured. “You don’t need this bastard.”



“I know...that’s what everyone says but it’s not true. I love him and it’s killing me. I can’t go on like this anymore and if I can’t have him back, then I don’t want to breathe anymore. I really mean that.”



“I will not do that sort of ritual because I find it unethical. We do have kits outside in the store that you can try yourself. I won’t charge you for the time that we talked since I really didn’t give any service except listening.”



“I don’t want some little manufactured, thrown together kit that tourists take home as souvenirs. I want help.” The tears began streaming and I clung to her hand desperately while she hesitantly looked in the direction of the store front.



“Do you have anything of his with you, dear?” She said in a hushed tone after a few moments of considering.



I pulled a shoe string from my pocket and placed it on the table. The priestess, who had by now introduced herself as “Barbara”, gave me an odd look.



“I know that looks strange, but that’s all I have left of him.” I said sadly.



“The sorry sap never bought you anything? A ring...a necklace...I bet not even a flower.”



The lowering of my head confirmed her suspicions.



“He’s really not worth it girl. That man is purely a waste of your time. Let some poor, stupid, unsuspecting girl deal with him and thank her from the bottom of your heart for getting him out of your life.” Unsuccessfully she tried once more to convince me to just let things go.



I was much too stubborn for that.



Barbara led me to another more private section of the store and proceeded behind locked doors to light candles and gather the shoe string. The old woman asked me to concentrate as she called on spirits with names that I can not remember to pronounce. There was a definite energy in the room that even my drunk ass could feel.



“Here...” Barbara said to me as she handed the shoe string back. “Braid this into your hair while saying exactly what you want to happen...but be careful how you phrase what you desire. Words mean everything. He will be showing up in no time once you do this. Within a day after he comes back around, you must prick your finger and slip two drops of your blood into either his food or drink to seal the deal. After that, he’s yours for as long as you can tolerate him.” She took a deep breath and shook her head slightly.



I grabbed her and hugged so tight that for a moment I was afraid that I had broken her. I trusted her and had full faith in this woman, which is very unusual for me. Maybe I just needed someone to believe in. Who knows?



I was only asked for a donation for the services provided so I left Barbara thirty dollars at the front register and walked quickly out of the door. Once outside the shop I braided the string into my dark hair immediately.



“I want Stephen to come back to me, to love me passionately, never think of another woman, and stay with me for the rest of my life.” I mumbled whole heartedly while clasping the braid in my hand.



I then grabbed another mixed drink and headed towards the crappy little space called home.



I turned the last corner quickly and spun around the ancient black iron pole that stands outside my French Quarter apartment building. I spun around and around, until in a drunken fit of laughter I fell flat on my backside. Even the connection of my ass with the hard concrete didn’t phase me. As my laughter began to subside, I could hear familiar laughter close by.



I thought it was just the mixed drinks and the heat messing with my head, but I was wrong. There he stood with that adorable, goofy smile of his. The picture of him that I had tried so hard to keep in mind had seemingly leap right from my thoughts and animated itself on my doorstep. The signature sleeveless rock band shirt showing off his toned arms with tattoos in full view, his sandy brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, sideburns, goatee, it was all there.



“What are you doing? Are you drunk? I’ve been here for over an hour waiting on you.” He informed me while still laughing at my stupidity.



An hour, I thought. That was not long after I left the shop. Could whatever Barbara did have really been working?



“Waiting on me? Why?” I asked suspiciously.



Honestly, I was expecting him to say something like “I forgot a couple of my cds and need to get them.”



“Look, we need to talk. I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you and you deserve a lot better than me. I want to make it work, Anna. Every road leads me back to you...it’s almost as if we are fated to be together.” Stephen reached out to touch my shoulder. “I love you.”



“But you told me that you had someone else and that you didn’t love me. That you couldn’t see yourself with me for the rest of your life. Why...”



“I was confused and I’m sorry. There’s just a lot going on in my head.” Stephen interrupted.



Stephen helped me to my feet and wrapped his arms around me tightly.



“I’m not drunk and I still want you. I want you right now just as much as I did our first time.” He whispered against the edge of my earlobe.



Even if this turned out to be just for one night, and that I could possibly be a last resort piece of ass, I was going to take advantage of the chance to hold him again.



I fumbled with the keys for a moment and threw the door open. Slamming it behind us, he led me to the bedroom that we had shared so many times before.



Our lips met with a torrid passion that weakened my knees. Stephen’s mouth tasted sweet and inviting despite the faint smell of cigarettes on his breath. He had always tasted better to me than the finest chocolate or the sweetest honey. His hands found me all too willing as I eagerly accepted their caresses and anticipated much more to come. This was my love, my soul mate, and any other touch would have never quenched the fires that blazed within me.



My lover’s fingertips freed the one button behind my head that held my black velvet halter top and I felt it graze my ivory skin as it slipped down to reveal the fleshy mounds of my breasts. I caught my breath as his warm palm cupped one and his finger teased the taut nipple. Stephen looked at me with those warm brown eyes and offered a hint of impish laughter while I swooned and took in the mental image of that boyish smile.



“I missed you, Anna.”



I couldn’t even offer him a response other than meeting his lips with a torrid urgency that surprised even myself.



I felt his heart pounding in his chest like a hammer as he pressed his body against mine and backed me up against the bedroom wall with a light thud. Our tongues twined and danced slowly as his hands slid up my legs and beneath my skirt to find that the crotch of my panties were completely soaking wet. He made a slight noise of approval through the kiss before moving his lips downward to the tender flesh of my neck. Stephen began nibbling softly at my skin.



Our lips met once more with complete abandon as my hand, as if possessed with it’s own mind, tore at his belt buckle and zipper. Hesitation was not present to protest as my hand slipped inside his pants and wrapped around the part of him that I had missed the most.



I gave the incredibly thick base of his cock a firm squeeze and felt him ooze little streams of sticky-sweet pre cum onto my fingers. His excitement made me shiver with lust.



“Now...” I moaned “Right now.”



Stephen’s glazed over eyes met mine for a second before answering my plea. His rough hands slid over my hips as his fingers hooked into the sides of my panties and he pushed them down my pale legs. I freed his engorged cock from his pants and slid them to his knees.



Effortlessly, Stephen cupped my bottom and lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist and keeping my back against the wall. I gasped as he pushed his entire length into me with one powerful thrust. No matter how many times we fucked, his size always seemed to surprise me with a little shock of pain.



“Does it feel good?” He whispered as he began threading himself in and out of me, stretching and abusing what he knew was his and only his.



“Mmm-hmm” I whimpered, my mind caught between a delectable cloud of pleasure and pain. It was too good to be true.



Stephen’s thrusts were deep and brutal, the pictures on the wall behind us shook with his lusty efforts. It was as if he was making up for lost time, and then some. My inner thighs ached already where his hipbones pressed against my tender flesh, but even so, I felt myself beginning to get close. I tried to hold off for my reward. I wanted to hear him and see the look on his face when he came.



His flesh slapped against my thighs noisily as he drove himself into me over and over. My breasts had become sore from bouncing as his animalistic urges wracked my entire body. All at once he pushed himself into me and I cried out in pain. Glancing down between our sweaty bodies I couldn’t see even a hint of his luscious cock, he was buried in me up to his jewels.



“Anna” He growled my name, dragging it out deliciously as if it were the name of god himself.



That was all I needed. I grabbed a handful of his hair as my own pleasure spiraled into a dizzying frenzy engulfing all of my senses. My hips gyrated uncontrollably and I rode his impaling cock and I let myself go.



“Oh fuck...yes...” My voice echoed through the apartment as I came. I could feel my own arousal running down my inner thighs like a forbidden river.



Stephen’s whole body tightened as he cried out and thrust hard one last time. I felt his cock pulse inside of me, jumping as it spilled over against the deepest parts of my tunnel.



Catching his breath, he smiled warmly at me and lifted me into his arms. He placed me on the bed carefully, as if I were the most precious thing in the world to him. It was odd to see him acting this way since usually he was the strong, silent, mysterious type. He climbed into bed with me and wrapped his arms around me. I drifted off to sleep with no problem. Stephen was all the comfort I needed.



I awoke with a start and my eyes snapped open. I felt something tickling my thighs and I sat up abruptly and glanced down to find Stephen between my thighs, his long hair tickling them.



I then glanced over at the clock. We couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour.



“Stephen...we’ve only been...” I protested softly



“Shhhh...” He interrupted and separated my thighs gently before darting his warm tongue across my clit.



My protests faded quickly. His mouth closed in around the tiny treasure he had found, kissing and noisily making sucking sounds as he teased it. I couldn’t last long. This thought came only seconds before I felt his finger probing and then sliding into me as he continued to lash and run circles around me with his tongue. His finger slid in and out with ease as my arousal had soaked me and dripped onto the sheet beneath my bottom.



“Oh god...if he kisses on it like that again...and I hear him sucking...”



It was almost as if he read my mind.



I cried out loudly and grabbed the headboard as I climaxed, he shoved his tongue into me, lapping at me as I came.



“You taste good.” He said softly and climbed up beside me on the bed again once more.



Twice more I would awaken, once with his head between my legs and yet again as the sun was rising I felt him climb on top of me and push himself into me. By this point I was too tired to argue or participate. I was lying beneath him, feeling every inch as he tried to pleasure me but I was just too tired to interact.



I awoke around noon to find him still sleeping. I went into the kitchen where I poured my love a tall glass of orange juice. Remembering the instructions from Barbara, I made a tiny cut on the tip of my finger.



"I think she said two drops..." I tried to recall. "Oh well, I'll just put in four just to be positive."



The blood wasn't noticable in the least after I stirred the juice. I was in the clear. Smiling to myself I took it to Stephen and nudged him. Minutes later I watched him down the juice to my satisfaction.



"You're mine now, you little bastard." I chuckled to myself as I left the bedroom to take the glass to the kitchen sink.



A week had passed now, and still throughout the day and night he was constantly waking me. Night or day, it didn’t matter. All he wanted to do was get himself inside of me or give me physical pleasure in some way. Normally this would not have been a bad thing, but I was exhausted. I felt physically worn out and sick. I bruised easily, black circles were constant companions to my tired blue eyes now. I rarely could even eat without him throwing himself at me.



Trying to reason with him only seemed to upset him. Either he thought I wanted another man or that he had done something wrong. My trying to reason with him usually ended up in him groveling at my feet and bawling like a woman. He didn’t even try to put up an argument of any sort. I had never seem him this way.



In fact, it almost seemed like he had no mind of his own any more. He agreed with everything I said or did. Stephen even claimed to like some of the things I do and claim to share the same views on certain issues that I knew for a fact, he had previously hated with a passion. It was as if he was a mindless being with no intent or purpose other than pleasuring me. There were no stimulating conversations anymore or constructive criticisms, only overly excited agreement from a clouded minded follower that looked like my boyfriend.

One night after telling him how much the change in him had started to bother me, he once again became the groveling pitiful mess I had come to recognize.



“Who is he? Does he make you happy? I’ll kill him.” He babbled and sobbed.



“Stephen, there is no one else. Fuck it. I can’t take this anymore.” I growled and slipped my shoes on. “I’m going to walk to the store.”



“No! Please don’t leave me here. If you leave I’ll follow right behind you, I swear!” Stephen said, raising his voice slightly.



I hadn’t left the apartment except for going to the store for cigarettes, and even then he had walked with me each time. I needed some time to myself. I sprinted out of the door despite his warning and hoped I would get lost in the busy streets with all of the drunk tourists and gothic night owls.



Weaving in and out of the crowd, I thought I had gotten my wish until I heard him.



“Anna!” He yelled at the top of his lungs as I caught a glimpse of him running wildly through the streets after me.



“Goddammit!” I growled and took my chances by darting across the street before the light could change to green. I made it safely to the corner and glanced back to see him running after me across the street.



The next thing I remember were the squealing of tires and a woman’s scream. It all seemed so surreal when I saw Stephen fly completely over the yellow cab as he was hit and an SUV that was behind it run completely over him before realizing what was happening.



I heard the crushing sound of bone and the loud thump even from where I stood.



“Oh my god!” I screamed when I finally could and I ran over to his still body. He was covered in blood and I could see bone had pierced through the skin of his right arm.



“That guy’s dead...there’s no way he’s alive.” I heard someone in the crowd that had gathered around us say inconsiderately.



“Call 911!” A multitude of other voices yelled frantically.



I sat beside him in the middle of the road and sobbed, repeating his name remorsefully. If I hadn’t been such a selfish bitch maybe this wouldn’t have happened.



I didn’t dare move him. I could hear the sirens coming towards us from a few blocks away. I finally got the courage to feel for a pulse. There was nothing there.



I buried my face into my hands and cried bitterly before there was a noise. A low groan. I looked back at Stephen thinking I had imagined what I had just heard, only to see that his eyes were open and he was looking at me.



“Anna.” He called to me in what sounded more like gurgling than anything.



Another pedestrian claiming to be a doctor rushed over with a medical bag and began trying to take Stephen’s vitals.



“It’s a miracle he’s alive, let alone trying to talk.” He took out a stethoscope and placed it on Stephen’s chest. “You just lie there still and quiet, save your energy.” The gray haired man told Stephen while moving the stethoscope around on his chest. There was a look of confusion.



“I’m not hearing anything.” He said while snatching at Stephen’s wrist to take his pulse. The doctor shook his head after a few seconds, moving his hand further up the arm to take his radial pulse in case there was something he was missing. Once again he shook his head.



Stephen surprisingly jerked his arm away from the doctor and sat up, coughing and spitting blood in the doctor’s face in the process. The doctor scrambled quickly from his side, leaving his medical bag right where it was.



“Anna!” He said again and reached for me, one arm hanging noticeably at a sickening angle. Stephen stood somehow and then began to limp towards me.



Screaming, I began to run towards the darkness of the French Quarter. I was a bit faster than he was it seemed, so I thought I had a better advantage.



Although I had lived in this city now for a while and for the most part knew my way around, you really don’t think too clearly when you’ve got a maimed, obsessed, dead guy following you around town. I came to the walls of the old cemetery and hopped right over. I ran past the tomb of Marie Laveau, the beloved voodoo queen. I figured at least the wall would keep him busy for a while.



“Anna!” I heard him scream.



I turned to see him with one leg hanging over the wall of the cemetery. There was no doubt that he saw me. I turned to flee once more, not knowing where to go or what to do but run. It was then that it occurred to me that all of this was my own fault.



“I want him to stay with me for the rest of my life.” I heard my voice echo in my thoughts.



“Oh my god, the spell...” I realized out loud. “The way I worded it...fuck! This is my fault!”



I felt hopeless and ashamed. Stephen was what he was now because of me and I came to the realization that as long as I lived, he would never find peace.



By some strange coincidence there was a strong rope sitting beside a fresh grave that I happened to notice. I picked it up and began to climb the gnarled branches of a nearby tree, knocking off handfuls of the hanging Spanish moss as I hoisted myself up.



Now, this is where I stand. In this beautiful cemetery, looking out at the lights of the city around me as I slowly fashion a noose from the rope I found and secure it to a strong limb directly above me. It’s strange the way things happen, as if we are all puppets of a predestined fate.



Stephen’s down by the base of the tree. I can see the blood glistening off his ashy white skin as he sobs and pleads with me to come down, all the while trying frantically to figure a way to maneuver his broken body up the branches of the tree.



He has seen the rope, and knows my intent. My death will be his own.



While I’m slipping the rope around my neck I can’t help but look down at him and smile. I still love him with all my heart and soul, just as much as the day I cursed him and bound him to me. What has happened now, well, that’s not his fault. I just hope that if there is an afterlife, he can forgive what I have done to him.



With one foot dangling off of the twisted branch I hear the creature that was once my Stephen screaming in rage. As the other slides quickly off and I feel the rope jerk. Something snaps loudly and my last thought is that I hope he and I do a better job in our next life, for I am sure that if fate has a cruel streak Stephen and I will meet again.

It was easy to find my way that night. The moon was wide and full, shining its silver light upon the world. Long shadows stretched ominously like fingers from the tall moss-covered trees. The still air was heavy with humidity. There was an eerie quiet, broken only by the sounds of my own footsteps. I was on my way to meet Betty. We'd never met face-to-face before, but we'd spent countless hours on-line together. Up ahead was an old stone house. Once I saw the gently flowing river behind it, I knew it was the right place. As I stepped toward the door, I heard a voice from the bushes.



"Are you David?"



As she came in to view, revealed before me was the most astonishing vision of loveliness. In the moonlight she looked like an angel with a lacey white dress that virtually floated on her body.



I said, "Yeah, I am David. Where did you come from?"



"I was just resting in the bushes. Waiting for you, wondering if you were going to show up."



I ran my eyes over the house. "So, I guess you don't actually live here."



"Oh, this old house hasn't been lived in for years, but I love this location. Don't you think it is a romantic setting?"



"Well...it's interesting. Some might think it's kind of creepy."



"That is one of the advantages. It keeps most people away."



"I guess it would." I looked back at her. She was smiling at me which caused me to look away. Being a computer tech-head, without much experience with women, I am never comfortable talking to a beautiful girl. I never know what to say. I decided to go for broke this time and make a bold statement. "You're even prettier than your photos on the net."



"Thank you. You are so sweet to say that." She got so close that I started breathing hard and my heart was racing. She gave me a kiss right on the lips. I thought I would faint. I have never had a girl that nice-looking kiss me like that. Especially since we just met. I was starting to think I was dreaming.



She spoke softly. "There's a bench in the backyard. We can talk there." We walked over and sat down.



I said, "I would love to get to know you better but I already feel like I know you from our e-mails."



"You don't really know me as well as you think."



"Sure I do."



"I am not like other girls, David."



"I know. You are very special."



"No, I am really different."



"I understand. To me you are the sweetest, most wonderful girl in the whole world."



She spoke more forcefully, "David, you aren't listening. There are no others like me. I am the only one of my kind since my mother died."



"Say, you aren't some kind of weirdo transvestite are you?"



"No, David. I'm a woman. Look." With that, she stood up and pulled her shoulder straps to the side. Her dress glided to the ground, leaving her completely naked. It surprised me that she didn't have anything on under her dress. I stared as her exquisite body seemed to glow in the moonlight. She walked over in front of me and stood so close, the nipples of her magnificent breasts were almost touching my lips. She sat on my knee and put her arms around my neck. The most sweet-smelling perfume that I have ever known filled the air around me. I laid my right hand on her thigh and her skin was hot to the touch. I laid my other hand on her lower back and I wanted that moment to last forever. My dick was pulsating in my pants. I don't think I have ever been so sexually aroused.



She spoke quietly. "I like you David. I think we could have had a lot of fun together under different circumstances. I want you to know that I didn't think about there being a full moon tonight when I planned this meeting."



"Why does it matter what time of the month it is? Are you having your period or something?"



"No, it's nothing like that. Sometimes when I get sexually stimulated under a full moon, I have blackouts and wake up the next morning not remembering a thing about the previous night."



"Oh, that's nothing unusual. My good friend, Jackson, has blackouts every time he drinks too much and doesn't remember a thing the next day."



"This is different. I know something bad has happened because I always have blood on my chin and chest the next morning when I wake up."



I laughed and put my hand on her shoulder, "You're funny. Don't worry. I won't let anything bad happen to you tonight. I promise."



"David, you're so sweet. I think I could learn to love you if you would let me."



"Well let's start right now." My confidence was soaring. This girl treated me like I was somebody special. I had her stand up, and then I got out of my clothes as fast as possible. Betty took my arm and had me sit on the bench once more before reaching down to touch my throbbing hard-on. She said, "Uhmmm, it's so big and hard. You must be very proud to have such a big, beautiful cock.. I bet all the girls like that part of you the most."



She was stroking it so good that I couldn't really talk. Finally I mumbled, "Thank you. It's very sensitive right now. Maybe you should slow down."



She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to kiss it and make it feel better. I can make it feel a whole lot better. Say the word and I will make your whole body feel better."



"Sure, what have I got to lose?"



She knelt down between my legs and just looked at my cock in the moonlight. She started kissing it all over and licking it with her tongue as if it were an ice cream bar. By the time she got her mouth over the head, I was already getting close to an orgasm. She sucked on the end for a short time and then went all the way down to the base and I couldn't hold back any longer. I started shooting my man-juice down her throat like a high-pressure hose. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had.



That is when I heard the first growling sound. It sounded like the snarl of a cougar. At first I thought some predator was nearby but then I realized that the sound was coming from Betty. It definitely interrupted my orgasm and I started feeling Betty's teeth digging into my cock. I panicked and yelled, "What the hell are you doing?" I pushed back her head with both hands as hard as I could. Her teeth scraped my cock bloody but her mouth came off. That's when I saw her face. This was not the sweet angel who had kissed me. Her expression was wild and savage, like an animal. She had drawn back her lips, baring her now blood-stained teeth. I tried to run, but she dug her long fingernails into my thighs like claws. My legs were scraped bloody and I fell on to the grass. I was on my back, crawling away as fast as I could. Betty was crawling on all fours, stalking me like a giant cat. All this time, she continued with a ferocious growling sound that I could scarcely believe was coming from her.



I decided it was time to make a break and I spun around and tried to run again. Betty pounced on my back, wrapping her legs around my waist. She grabbed my hair with one hand while she bit angrily into my shoulder blade. With the other hand, she clawed my stomach mercilessly. The pain was incredible. We both hit the ground heavily and rolled. I found myself on my back, but free of her. Looking up, I saw her crawling toward me. I flipped backward, trying to get to my feet so I would be facing her, but she was too fast. As soon as my legs were off the ground, she sprang forward and wrapped her arms around my torso. I was trapped with my ass in the air and my shoulders pinned to the ground. Her savage face leered at me through the opening between my legs while a string of saliva dribbled from her blood-stained mouth onto my genitals. I slammed my thighs around her head and grabbed her hair. Snarling, she snapped at my balls, straining to get at them. But I held on with all my might and each time, her teeth closed on empty air. I began to think that if I could hold her off until morning, I might survive. But just then, she twisted her head and bit deep into my inner thigh. I screamed and my legs flew open. Then she lunged forward and closed her mouth on my balls. One brutal crushing bite and I was semi-conscious from that point on.



Once I was no longer moving, she released her bite and let my legs crash to the ground. She brought her blood-smeared face close to mine and looked me in the eye. It was the most frightening and evil look I have ever seen. I wanted to get away, but I was paralyzed with the pain. She crawled back to my genitals and lowered her head, sniffing the fresh blood. She started licking the blood from my crotch. Then she bit into my cock, growling and shaking her head violently, before jerking her head back and tearing off a chunk of flesh. It was horrific. I could see the bloody scrap as she chewed it noisily. She did it again and again, each time tearing off pieces of flesh and eating them in big gulping bites until she'd devoured my entire cock. Then, she tore off my scrotum with her teeth, leaving my testicles exposed. When she bit into my balls, I passed out completely.



I woke up the next morning feeling weak from the loss of blood but surprised to still be alive. I managed to find a hospital and get patched up. Later I filed a police report but nothing ever came of it. Betty was never heard from again.



The white dress was still on the ground where she had left it. I took it home as a reminder of the beautiful girl who thought she could love me. But every time I look at it, all I see is the savage creature that attacked me, biting off my genitals and ruining me forever. Who could love me now?



I have to get rid of that dress.

"Well you know why Lisa dropped Paul?" It was my sister-in-law, Susan offering me a tidbit from my wife, Lisa's past. The three of us were eating dinner one evening and we had had a few beers. "Susan!" Lisa said it almost as a whine. She looked alarmed. Naturally I was intrigued. "Paul wanted to do it with Lisa with himself dressed up as a woman!" I giggled, but stifled it quickly when I glanced at Lisa. She was blushing and obviously embarrassed about it. I tried to hold a straight face. "Susan, you didn't have to bring that up!" Lisa had recovered enough to protest verbally. I glanced back at Susan and realized she was watching me closely, out of the corner of her eye. She quickly moved her eyes. "You never told me about Paul." I brought up the subject again on the way home. "I.., it isn't *that* weird," Lisa was obviously having trouble talking about it. I don't know why I tortured her. "Weird enough for you to drop him?" "Please, can we drop the subject?" Lisa had found her assurance again. "OK by me." I added, innocently, I hoped. I still couldn't believe that old-fashioned Lisa had been in a situation like that! I could believe it of Susan--she was something else. She was a flirt and a definite cock-tease: whenever Lisa wasn't looking, she seemed to be seeing if she could keep me panting. She was definitely a looker, with long dark hair and a small, but hard body, and she did get me hard often enough, but I knew her type. Well, two nights later, when Lisa was at work, Susan showed up at our front door and invited herself in when I opened it. Now when Susan and I are alone, she always teases me all the more. So I was wondering what she would try this time. One thing: she was dressed to kill, in tight-fitting jeans and a tight body-suit. Oh, I could just reach out and touch... And she wasted no time showing me what I was in for--as soon as the front door was shut, she grabbed my cock! This was way beyond anything she'd done before! "Are you interested?" I was definitely hard. She was grinning at me and rhythmically squeezing my cock through my pants. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself. I reached for her, but she immediately fended my grope with her other hand, dropping a bag on the floor in the process. In seconds, she had my hands in hers, and she was holding my hands against the sides of her hips. She was still grinning at me. She raised my hands so they came up to the sides of her body. "I've got something for you to do," she said, and she put my hands back to my side and picked up the bag. She still had this sly smile. Then out of the bag, she pulled a dress. For a second I was confused. Then my jaw dropped. "I believe you guessed wrong," I returned. But she had dropped the dress and immediately had my cock in her hand again and was squeezing and massaging it again. I was going crazy. "Come on, just try it!" She taunted me. "It'll be fun just to see what it looks like on you!" She didn't stop working my cock and I was afraid I might come in my pants. She rubbed her hands up my chest and started unbuttoning my shirt. She was still smiling at me and she was undoing my pants in seconds, and was pulling down my shorts! She had me sitting on the couch and had my shoes and socks off. Then she had some panties from her bag and she started putting them on me. I couldn't deny that the silky feeling against my skin was erotic. "This'll be great, you'll see," she added. She put the dress over my head. It was black and obviously made to cling, but she seemed to have my size. Then she pulled some high-heels out of the bag and proceeded to put them on my feet. "I got your sizes from Lisa so I could buy you clothes for Christmas," she said with a giggle. Then she pulled me to standing and pulled and adjusted the dress. Then she pulled a wig of long blond hair out of her bag and soon had it on my head. "This'll work great," she said and she pulled me over toward a mirror, almost toppling me since I had no idea to handle the high- heels. We got to the mirror and I looked at myself and I was in awe. "Just a little bit of makeup, and you'll be perfect!" I hate to say that I have a feminine face, but the truth is, I could see right there that I would have no trouble passing as a woman. And I hardly recognized myself! She put a bit of makeup on my face and then wanted me to try the shoes, practicing walking back and forth. In a little while, I was doing a bit better. In fact, that is how we spent the next hour, Susan coaching me on walking and movement. Then she had me just stand in the middle of the room. She went around behind me and reached around my body and started feeling it as I just stood there. Her hand went down to my cock and rubbed it. She started lifting the dress off me, and soon had it off. She told me to step out of the shoes and then she pulled the panties down to my ankles and told me to step out of them and she lifted the wig off my head. Then she reached around and stroked my cock, in long slow strokes, until it was hard as a rock and sticking a straight out. "Just a minute," I heard her murmur. The next thing I heard was the front door and I realized she was gone! I looked around immediately. The dress was gone! I stood there feeling like a fool, grabbed my clothes, peeked out the front window to see her driving away and waving, and headed for the bathroom for you-know-what. I spent the rest of the night amazed at what I'd done and wondering what I'd do the next time Susan and I met. I couldn't believe I'd let her do that to me. The next night, Susan was back, and I wouldn't let her in. I told her I wasn't interested and I knew her games and she should go home and forget it. She insisted on showing me something and handed me a photograph. It was me in the dress. But without the wig and it was obvious that it was me. "Where did you get that?" It was a stupid question to ask, I admit. I let her in. "Doesn't matter. There are more." She watched me. I was thinking furiously. "Strip." She had obviously waited until she figured I had thought things through and knew what the score was. "Listen..." I started. "No talk, just strip." I hesitated. Then I got undressed. She wordlessly handed me the bag in her hand and I put on the outfit. She got out some makeup and started putting it on my face. "Let's see some more walking, honey," she said when she was satisfied. She kind of drawled it. "Aren't you cute," she added and she patted my ass. Then her fingers edged down the crack of my ass. I couldn't stand it. "OK, we're going out," she said. "No way." "Look in the mirror. You're ready. You'll pass easily." I looked. She was right. "But why?" "Oh, just for kicks." "I'm not interested in those kind of kicks." "Oh you're not?" She sounded like she didn't believe me. "Well, you don't really have a choice, do you?" I thought of the photographs. "Just a walk around the neighborhood, that's all." We walked. I was afraid of people looking at me. I was afraid of people recognizing me. I was afraid of falling. It seemed like forever. Finally we were back inside. Her hand was immediately on my cock. "Looks like you are pretty hard." She smirked at me. "I.., I can't help it if I respond to sexy women." "Oh, I'm sexy? Why thank you!" That drawl again. "But I think you got hard from walking around like that." She kneaded and squeezed my cock and I was in danger of coming. In fact I did come. "Oo, you messed up your clothes. You'd better get them off and clean up!" There wasn't anything else to do. Soon I was naked and I went into the bathroom. When I came out, she was gone and so were the clothes. I got dressed again. Susan was there again the next night and took me for a walk again. Then she told me to tell Lisa I had to go away on business for a couple of days. She wouldn't let me refuse and she held those photographs over me. I ended up lying to Lisa, that Sunday telling her I was off to the airport to fly off to Boston. Really I drove to Lisa's. After letting me in her front door, she immediately had me in a dress and had me practicing. I slept that night in a sheer nightgown... on the couch. The next day she told me to practice while she was at work. She took my regular clothes with her. That night, she told me we were going out to a bar. "No way," was my automatic response. I should have known better-- there was no stopping her. Soon we were downtown, sitting at a table, drinking beers when in walks Lisa. I almost choked. Susan waved to get her attention and soon I realized that Susan had set this up. She introduced me to Lisa as Jackie and sat there and grinned. I tried to keep Lisa from getting a good look at my eyes, but even when I gave up trying, she didn't show the slightest sign of recognition. We had a few more beers and Lisa and Susan gossiped, leaving me out of the conversation. Lisa apologized a couple times to me, for the two of them conversing without me. Finally, Susan said: "Guess what." She was talking to Lisa. "What?" "Jackie is a man." "Stop it!" Obviously Lisa took it as an embarrassing joke. She looked at me a little. "Here!" said Susan, grabbing Lisa's arm. She pulled her arm over her own lap to me and pushed her hand right to my crotch. Lisa looked shocked at what Susan was doing, but Susan managed to get her fingering my cock. She didn't lose her look of shock. "What do you think?" asked Susan. Lisa looked closely at me. I just knew she was going to recognize me, but even though she was inches away and staring right into my eyes, she showed no sign of recognition. Finally Lisa said "I'm going." "No, you're not," returned Susan, laughing. Lisa stayed. I think she let Susan push her around. There was an awkward silence. Lisa looked nervous. "She likes to have her cock sucked." It was Susan talking to Lisa! "Take her out back and do it." She stood up and pulled Lisa up and brought her over and put my hand in hers. We stood there. "Go!" Lisa pulled and I stood up. "Take off all your clothes and kneel in front of her." She was still talking to Lisa! "And put these on, behind your back." She handed Lisa a pair of handcuffs! I couldn't believe it, but Lisa did it. She led me out back and into a dark corner. She had everything off in seconds, and knelt in front of me and lifted my dress and pulled my cock over the top of my panties. She didn't say anything--just did it, exactly like Susan told her to. Then she put the handcuffs on one wrist, handed me the key, and stood and turned around with her hands behind her so I could fasten the other wrist. As soon as I did, she was on her knees again, and had my cock in her mouth. I couldn't believe it! My wife, kneeling and sucking my cock. She never did that! Did she know it was me? There was no indication that she did. She looked so desperate, sucking as hard as she could. I couldn't help it. I had my hand behind her head and pushed my cock in. She didn't mind a bit, but seemed even more excited. She kept sucking and sucking. She was so excited you would have thought someone was fingering her... or eating her. Soon I was coming. She swallowed every drop and it seemed like she couldn't get enough. I undid the handcuffs and she got dressed and we went back in. Susan was talking with some guy. She immediately split with him and told us it was time to go. I just sat there thinking when she drove me home. That night I slept in a nightie again, and the next day she had me practice more. She got home again and after supper we went out. We stopped at Lisa's and my house and picked up Lisa. She was wearing a tight sexy outfit that I didn't remember seeing before. We drove to the local high-school which was just about deserted that night. Susan took us to the football field. It was empty and dark. "Take her in there and strip, lie face down on the ground, and let her push her cock into your ass." Susan was telling Lisa what to do again. She handed me some K.Y. Jelly. We walked to the middle of the field. Lisa didn't say anything. She wordlessly stripped and lay down. I looked down at her. I had never done her rear before. I knelt beside her, covered my finger with lubricant, and pushed it into her. I heard her breath catch. Then I covered my cock and lay face down on top of her. I lifted my dress and pulled my cock over the waisteband of my panties. I pushed my cock right against her rear hole. She was holding her breath. The head entered. Suddenly she was breathing hard. She started pushing her rear up against me. She reached her hands behind her and pulled my rear down against her. I could tell she wanted me to fuck it. I couldn't believe it. Lisa! I fucked and fucked. She moaned, louder, and finally came. I came in her at the same time. We lay there for a minute. She didn't complain at all that I was laying on top of her. Finally I stood up and straightened my dress. She got dressed. Susan was waiting at the car when we got back, with a grin on her face. Lisa never said a word as we drove her home. That night and the next day was much the same. When Susan got home, she changed me to another sexy outfit and was really careful with my makeup. Then we just sat in her living room. Finally my curiosity overcame me. "Are we going to see Lisa tonight?" "Oh, no--Lisa is gone." "Gone?" "She went to San Francisco, looking for Paul." My jaw dropped. "But I'm supposed to be 'back' *tomorrow*." She just shrugged. I couldn't believe it. "Paul is married now," added Susan, "but he said he'd take Lisa in if she's willing to serve his wife too." She had stood up and was behind me. Suddenly something was in my mouth and fastened around my head. A gag! I stood and she immediately had my hands fastened behind my back. She pushed me over an ottoman and had my legs tied together. Then she was raising my skirt and pulling my panties from down over my ass. I felt fingers going to my rear hole. "It's time for you to find out what it *really* means to be a woman." I heard more noises in the room. I looked around. A guy was there. He was muscular and huge. He was taking off his pants. I couldn't stand up--Susan was holding me down.