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Disillusionment. Destruction. Death.
03:27 Oct 31 2011
Times Read: 893










The doorbell rang two more times before I answered it. I quickly gathered up my household and herded them into the panic room. I wrapped the Lariat of Horus around my waist, then covered it up with my shirttail. While walking towards the front doors, I called Erik again on my cell phone and asked him to come over right away with Lord Gad - then I tossed the cell under a sofa, with the line still open to Erik.

‘Well - it took you long enough, love” said Ankh-Re when I opened the doors. He sauntered in, looking around. “Where is everyone? This house is usually kinda’ noisy.”

“Hello Ankh-Re - what a pleasant surprise” I lied, while maintaining a smile upon my face.

“Am I a pleasant surprise?” he retorted, with a raised eyebrow. He placed his helmet and gloves on the entryway table, and proceeded to walk into the great room. I walked behind him, studying the dark maroon motorcycle leathers he wore. Ankh-Re looked good…and menacing.

“Everyone is off doing their own thing” I finally said. “I’m actually home alone. How are you? You look well.”

“I am well, love. And I must say - you look delectable” he replied. He slowly licked his bottom lip. His action unnerved me somewhat, but I maintained my composure.

Ankh-Re took a seat, and I sat across from him. I figured that the best approach in communicating with him was to be mostly forthright, and not to show any fear or concern for my well being.

“Are you still having blackouts?” I asked.

Ankh-Re studied my face for a few moments before replying. Both of us were blocking the other’s telepathy.

“Well…” He hesitated before continuing. “I still have them - yes. But it’s not so bad.” I noticed that his hands were trembling. Before the zombie attack, Ankh-Re never trembled. He was lying.

To keep his hands busy, he stood up, and unzipped his jacket. He removed it, exposing his bare chest.

“What - no T-shirt?” I asked, with a nervous laugh.

Ankh-Re laughed too. “I just like the feel of the suede lining against my skin.” He tossed the jacket over the back of the sofa. “And right now - I’d like something else soft up against me.” He sat down next to me, close.

“I don’t think that you should be doing anything too strenuous right now” I said, moving a few inches away from him.

“You don’t?” He said, chuckling under his breath. “It’s cute how you said ‘don’t’. I like it. You don’t sound so formal. Use more contractions.” As he spoke, he moved in closer.

“I’ve been practicing” I said, as I inched away from him.

Suddenly, a dark look came over Ankh-Re’s face. "Why do you keep moving away from me?” he snapped, through clenched teeth. “Do I smell? Am I now forever tainted because of the infection? I can assure you that I’m fine, dammit!” He grabbed my left wrist, and held it so hard that I thought that my bones would become crushed.

“Ankh-Re” I said, as calmly as I could “You need to let go of me. You are not fine. You have never touched me with such violence before. Now - let me go.”

He tossed my wrist in my lap, then stood up. He ran his hands through his hair, then began to pace back and forth across the hardwood floor. He noticed me massaging my wrist to get the circulation flowing again, and mumbled an apology.

“Ankh-Re” I began “You are still not quite yourself. It is obvious that the zombie infection has also attacked your brain. You still need help, and if you will allow me, I will try to do whatever I can. You know that I love you, right?”

A vein bulged from Ankh-Re’s forehead. For a few seconds, his eyes glowed yellow, then returned to their normal green-flecked hazel.

In a very calm tone, he said “You are a lying conniving bitch.”

A chill went down my spine. I stood up and backed away a little, to create more space between us. Stay calm - I told myself. Keep your distance, and you’ll be fine.

“You want me dead, don’t you?” He asked.

My calm exterior vanished; it was replaced by anger. “No! Why would you say that? I’ve done all that I could to keep you alive - you ass!”

“You know” he said, with a thoughtful look on his face “You always thought that you were better than me. Never mind that it was I who gave you the life you now lead. I’d say that that is mighty ungrateful of you, Isis.” As he slowly closed in, his boot heels created an ominous sound on the hardwood floor... it was akin to a drum roll before an execution.

“That is not true Ankh-Re, and you know it! It is the infection talking. Let me help you - please.” To show that I meant my words, I went closer to him. He raised an eyebrow, then closed in, grabbing me around the waist. He kissed me with violence, biting my lower lip so that he drew blood.

“You don’t need this” he said, snatching the Lariat of Horus from around my waist and dropping it to the floor. I knew that I could be at risk when I got closer to him. Yet I still had hope that he would listen to me - listen to reason. His features softened for a moment, and I thought that I had a way in. I smiled and placed my right palm on his left cheek. He smiled, and it was his old smile. His hazel eyes sparkled with joy…then they turned a glowing yellow. And his smile…it had morphed into a wolfish grin.

“Let me go, Ankh-Re” I whispered, as I continued to caress his cheek.

“No” he said flatly.

My surprise punch to the left side of his face caused him to loosen his grip on me. It gave me enough time to pick up the Lariat and escape to the end of the room, near the fireplace. Ankh-Re remained where he stood, slowly wiping away the blood from his mouth. He laughed. Instead of using his vampiric speed, he slowly began to walk towards me.

“I think I’m gonna’ enjoy this foreplay” he growled.

I swung the Lariat over my head, determined to get it around his goddamn neck. Then, Ankh-Re did something totally unexpected. He sat down on the floor, then curled up into a fetal position, with his back towards me. I thought - are you fucking kidding me? Am I suppose to fall for this? I went from swinging the Lariat over my head to grasping it like a garrote. I felt as if I was in one of my many dreams that never made any sense.

What made matters even more strange was when Ankh-Re unblocked his thoughts. He began apologizing to me. I could feel the mental anguish he felt, and it was genuine. I could sense the actual physical pain he felt as he gripped his head in his hands. I wanted to reach out to him…but common sense made me stay away.

“Don’t come near me” he said. His shoulders shook from his quiet crying.

“I don’t plan to” I replied.

I sat on the edge of one of the sofas, and watched him.

The minutes turned into an hour, as Ankh-Re remained curled up on the floor. I was getting tired of keeping my guard up and gripping onto the Lariat, and I wondered why it was taking so long for Erik and Gad to arrive, as the evening darkness began over two hours ago. I seriously thought about entering the panic room with everyone else, but I knew that I just could not leave Ankh-Re alone, to attack whoever came through the front doors.

I tried communicating telepathically with Ankh-Re. He was completely shut down - asleep. I stood up, and stretched. I tried again to communicate with him. There was nothing there. Usually, when attempting to communicate telepathically with one who is asleep, one gets feedback from the sleeper’s brain that he or she is actually asleep. And on occasion, since blocking is not in use, one can enter the sleeper’s mind in a dream. With Ankh-Re, there was absolutely nothing. It was as if he were brain dead. This was a cause for concern, of course. I was still not sympathetic - nor stupid enough - to go near him though.

After another half hour, I tried a third time to communicate telepathically with Ankh-Re…there was nothing there. Then I began to panic - what if he was in an irreversible vegetative state? I got up, and walked towards him. I slowly stretched out a leg and nudged him with my foot. He did not move. I noticed that his skin was slowly becoming pale - like when he was in limbo during the Queen’s magic. Against the alarm bells that went off in my mind, I went closer to Ankh-Re and touched his back. He was as cold as a piece of marble. I thought - This is not right. Something is wrong. I sat down, closer to him. I still had the Lariat of Horus in my hands, thinking that this would be a good time to place it over him, as he was almost as dead as a doorknob. I got on my knees next to him, gripping the Lariat tightly. I nudged him again, with one of my knees, and got no response. I began the incantation while slowly bringing the Lariat to Ankh-Re’s neck. I wrapped it around once - still praying as I wound it around his neck a second time. It was in mid-sentence while I attempted to wrap it around a third time, when I felt his hands grab my wrists in a vise-like grip.

“Gotcha!”

I actually yelped when Ankh-Re grabbed me, and he let out a maniacal laugh in return. He was on top of me, and his strong legs were on both sides of mine. He took both of my wrists in one of his big hands, while ripping my shirt away with the other. My arms were pinned to the floor over my head and I could not move. I noticed that his skin tone slowly returned to its natural golden color, while his eyes were glowing yellow. He slowly licked the side of my throat, then he slapped me. I became very angry, and tore my right arm free from his grip. I was able to punch him in the eye before he regained control of my hand.

The punch to his eye only inflamed his anger and lust. He bit me on my right shoulder, then grabbed a fistful of my hair.

“Oh woman…if you could only feel what I feel! To be able to embrace the pain…and enjoy it! I feel so much power - thanks to you and the Council giving me your blood!”

He then bit my left breast, so that he drew blood. He lapped it up, then began to kiss me brutally.

Part of me was absent…I kept telling myself that I was having a horrible nightmare, and that I would wake up soon. However - the acute pain he gave me was real. He was stronger than me, true - but I would not go out without a fight.

“Get the fuck off of me!” I shouted.

“Get the fuck off of you? Not likely, cunt.”

He brutally tore at my bra, leaving welts on my breasts, and scraps of red lace on the floor.

I thrust my head up, getting close enough to sink my teeth into his throat. Ankh-Re laughed, and allowed me to take his blood. “Go ahead - kill me if you can” he gasped. “I could think of worse ways to go.” While I bit him, I did not swallow any of his blood. I gave it back to him instead - by spitting in his face. He laughed, as he continued to rip away the remainder of my clothes.

“You always had good taste in lingerie” he mumbled, as he hooked his fingers into my panties. “But, you won’t be needing these now.”

Then...I knew exactly what other rape victims felt: Powerless. Fearful. Hopeless.

Imagine my relief when I heard a commotion behind Ankh-Re.

“Man - what the fuck are you doing!” shouted Erik. He was behind Ankh-Re, trying to pull him off of me. Ankh-Re let me go to deal with Erik…but not before he broke my right leg below the knee, whispering “You aren’t going anywhere, bitch.”

The pain made me howl. As I slowly crawled away into a corner, through my tears, I saw Ankh-Re grab Erik by the neck with one hand, snap it, then tear his throat out.

“Noooooo!" was all that I could say, as I cried even more. Poor Erik. It was my fault…

Ankh-Re looked at Erik’s prone body without a flicker of emotion. As he nudged him with his foot, he was surprised when he was taken from behind in a bear hug from Gad. He tried to break Gad‘s hold, and was somewhat surprised when he found that he could not.

“Gad - let go of me.” Ankh-Re said calmly.

“No! You must stop this violent foolishness, brother” replied Gad.

“I’m calm now…help me…" said Ankh-Re, with a facial expression of pure agony. "Oh God - what have I done to Isis? To Erik?” Tears began to flow down Ankh-Re’s cheeks; his kness buckled. Gad’s features softened towards Ankh-Re, as his grip on him loosened.

“Gad - no! Do not release him! It is a trick!” I shouted.

But it was too late. Gad’s childlike features turned confused for a moment, then went blank as Ankh-Re broke away from his grasp. With lightening speed, Ankh-Re had pulled a knife from his boot, and slit Gad’s throat. The cut was so deep that Gad was almost beheaded.

I was numb. Everything had changed for the worse, and a part of me wanted to die at that moment - to join Erik and Gad. But I could not even dare to hope for that release, as Ankh-Re sauntered back to me while licking the blood from his knife. I stared at him and shook my head. “Just slit my throat as well, you pile of crocodile shit.”

Ankh-Re chuckled. He tossed the knife across the floor. “Now, why would I do that? We still have some good times ahead.”

He let his leather pants drop to the floor, leaving him naked with only his boots on. As he slowly stepped out from his pants, I watched his eyes glow again, as his manhood grew to an unimaginable proportion. I prayed to the Goddess to release me from what I was about to receive.

Ankh-Re grabbed my broken leg, and dragged me from my corner. The pain was excruciating…and I knew that I was to receive a lot worse.

As he climbed back on top of me, he whispered seductively “You know that I love you - right?”

Through clenched teeth, I replied…”I hate you.”

Ankh-Re laughed, then began to kiss me - gently. It was too much. He forced my legs apart, and shoved a finger into me. When he finally pulled his finger out, he slowly licked it clean. “Yummy” was all he said.

I squeezed my eyes shut as he rammed himself into me, while choking me with one hand. I was praying inwardly for death when I heard a voice - a familiar voice with a Southern accent - speak as Ankh-Re’s weight was suddenly lifted from me.

“I swear - it’s like we can’t leave you stupid vampires alone for more than a hot minute…”









© MFH 2011

The Painful Plan.
00:31 Oct 25 2011
Times Read: 923

Of course, I was not foolish enough to go out on my own to Ankh-Re’s loft. I knew that there was a risk. The possibility that the transfusion, feeding, and magic might not have worked tore at my mind. Through the blood, the zombie infection would have also infected the brain. While we all prayed and relied on the strength of Ankh-Re’s keen mind and the magic of the Queen, there was no guarantee of success. And, after my phone conversation with Ankh-Re, I resigned myself to the fact that he was possibly lost to us.

I felt as if a hole was bored deep into my heart. I did not want to lose him, but I recognized that if Ankh-Re was becoming a raging monster, he had to be destroyed, for the benefit of all…vampires and humans.

So - it was with a heavy heart when I called Erik’s cell. When we had returned from West Virginia, I found out that Erik had recently bought a house in the Oakland hills. It was comforting to have another hunter nearby - especially one who was also a dear friend. I needed Erik’s help, and I needed to talk to someone I could trust, who was also discreet. I explained the situation to him, and was met with silence for a few moments.

“Oh Isis…” Erik finally said. “I’m so sorry…” He emitted a long sigh.

Trying not to break down, I asked for his help. ”I know that this will be a dangerous undertaking, so if you do not wish to come, I will understand.” The tears began to flow down my cheeks.

“My lady” Erik said softly “Of course I will come and help you. And I think that we may have another who will help us…“

Another? I thought - I could use all of the help that I could get. “Who else - besides Fujiro - is nearby whom we can rely on?” I asked.

Erik’s answer thoroughly surprised me. “Lord Gad is a guest in my house…he has been for some time.”

“Lord Gad?” I asked, incredulous. Sure - he was a Master Vampire…but his mind did not function at one hundred percent capacity.

After my initial shock, I spoke. “What could Lord Gad do…exactly?”

“I don’t really know what he could do exactly, but he is a Master like yourself, and he is stronger than I am. We need all of the strength we can get, right?” replied Erik.

“That is true” I mused out loud.

I told Erik that I would call him back shortly, after I spoke with the Queen. When I called her on her direct house line, Bekan answered the phone. I told him of my plan, and that I needed to get the Queen’s approval.

Makafisa got on the line. “Isis - are you sure that you want to go through with this? The Council and I can be there in about twenty-four hours. You could postpone your visit to Ankh-Re until we arrive.”

I thought that that would be a good idea, as I did not want to kill my beloved. If there was something that could be done to save him at the last minute, I could be patient. I did not want ‘to go through with it’…

I called Erik and told him of the Queen’s plan, and he agreed with it…better to wait, to get more strength in numbers.

Then…the doorbell rang.







© MFH 2011