Was it all a Dream? The remake...03:10 Aug 05 2007
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He sits in the icy snow, numbly lounging against the base of a tree, his arms hanging loosely around his legs, and his head planted on his knees; while thinking of the omnipresent loneliness surrounding him, his mind drifts through a void of dismal emotions and depressing thoughts. “Why do I continually choose to endure this morbid absence of companionship?”
He removes his dagger from its leather hide, staring deeply into the frozen steel of the welcomed sight. He slides his finger across the edge of the blade, slicing the tip of it with an alarming ease. “This will do nicely,” he thinks, calmly aiming the eternal silencer at his heart. He tightens his grip on the stag handle and closes his eyes, preparing for the abyss with a deep breath.
Before he can commit the unforgivable, someone grabs his wrist and easily pries the blade from his strong grip. His palm accidentally gets cut in the process, causing him to jump and immediately open his eyes to face the intruder. “Who the hell are you?” he bursts forth before the person can get a single word out.
A woman answers him with a warm and lovely celestial voice, and as she comes into focus he sees that she has an appearance to match, “My name is Helen and if you don’t mind me asking, why were you about to stab yourself?”
He is awestruck at the purity of her concern, the sheen of her long dark brown hair, and the shimmer of her green eyes to the point of almost forgetting to answer. “I have no one left. My mother died shortly after my birth and my father died of a heart attack two days ago. I’m an only child with no family left and no one to spend time with. So what reason do I have to live?”
“Because, there’s always hope of finding someone. Maybe even within this day.” She insinuates a distinct interest in his teenage physical qualities. “Your hand, it’s cut rather badly,” she observes, taking his hand in hers, “Would you like me to bandage it for you?”
He is too busy studying her features to listen to what she is saying, which leads to an interesting discovery; the nameless female has fangs! He quickly retreats from her touch and cringes when she reaches for him. “What’s wrong?” she asks in a concerned tone while attempting to touch his cheek. He draws away against the tree trunk as much as possible and answers her with a quiver in his voice, “You—you’re a—a…”
“I’m a vampiress, yes.” She interrupts him, abruptly halting his jumbled thoughts and reassuring his grave momentary assumptions, but simultaneously answering his earlier call for Death.
“Then do what you came here to do.” He offers up his neck to her, hoping she will end his life for him. But to his dismay she kisses his cheek rather biting his neck.
“You silly person, don’t be so quick to judge by stereotypical conventions. I didn’t come to you to kill you; if I had, I wouldn’t have stopped you in the first place.” She caresses his pale cheek, tracing his lips and chin with her thumb. “I would much rather have you alive,” she moves closer to him and whispers into his ear, “in a bed, with me beside you.”
“What are you saying? Why? This doesn’t make any sense!” He hysterically starts delivering a flurry of questions in his confused and distraught state of mind.
“Ssshh—don’t get so worked up. Allow me to explain myself a bit more fully.” She removes her white-fur coat and wraps it around him, attempting to make him a bit more comfortable. “I have been this way for a few centuries now, and, being a woman, I do have certain—needs—which demand attention. It’s rather difficult to find those willing to help free me from the situation when it arises.”
“When you cut your finger, I was nearby and sensed it, so I instantly came this way in search of the source, hoping either for a meal or someone to aid in my side-quest for self-satisfaction; what I found was you about to kill yourself, which leads me to my next point of interest. What is your name?” She finishes at length and waits patiently for an answer.
He takes a deep breath, allowing time for all that was said to sink into his conscious understanding before he allows himself to reply. “My name is Aidan.” He answers wearily. “If you don’t want me as a meal, what exactly do you want me for? Why did you stop me? You still haven’t told me.” He calmly asks, allowing his simple thoughts to roll off his tongue in a fluttering fury.
“I have a proposition for you. What I do to you depends on how you answer.” She smiles and taps the tip of his nose with her index finger as she finishes her statement.
He quirks a brow and ponders for a moment, trying to divine what she could possibly want other than his life. “Okay. Let’s hear it.” He waits patiently for her to continue.
“First, I want you to take me to your cabin.” We will talk when we get there, and not before.” She explains with a stern twang in her voice.
He looks at her with a menacing glare in his eyes, angry at her withholding of information. He reluctantly agrees. “The only reason I’m going to agree with that is because you stopped me from killing myself. Follow me.” He heaves a deep sigh and stands up, waiting for her to get to her feet. Once she is up he turns and starts walking in the direction of his humble cabin.
She grins as she follows behind him, and speaks softly to herself, “You will be mine before daybreak.”
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A few hours pass and they arrive at the small log cabin. They enter and Aidan turns to Helen.
“We’re here, now tell me.” He demands a response from his new found friend. He stares her down until she decides to talk to him.
“Alright, a deal is a deal. I mentioned earlier that I had certain—needs—which must be tended. I want to know if you will agree to assist me.” She bats her eyes and puts on a lonely façade, attempting to evoke sympathy from her soon to be victim. “The choice is yours. Either be my satisfaction or your own end.” She leans against the nearby wall, waiting for an answer.
He examines her mock-sincere expression and starts to talk but suddenly stops as she vanishes before his eyes and puts her arms around him from behind. He decides rather quickly as he notices how strong she really is and how easily she could torture him if she wished to do so. “Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll help you, but right now I’m freezing.”
“I’ll go outside and get some of the firewood I saw on the way in. You wait here.” She decides to be nice to him and aide him in any way she can, believing a happy man makes a woman happier. She exits the cabin and walks behind the house, taking up a bundle of dry wood and carrying it inside to start a fire in the hearth.
Helen kneels in front of the fireplace and sets the wood in a teepee form, poking some kindling within it. She takes a match from the box on the mantle and lights the thin brush which soon erupts into a blaze, emitting comforting warmth against her cool, fur-clothed body.
Aidan crawls close to the stone hearth and wraps himself in a blanket he had left out on his mother’s old rocking chair. “Thank you for starting the fire. You can have your way with me once I warm up.” He smiles and chuckles lightly after finishing the statement. He realizes she can have her way with him at any time she please.
As he was talking the female was sneaking up behind him; when he had finished she sat down behind him and lifted the blanket, putting it around the both of them. With him in her arms and a warm fire in front of them, she kisses his neck and whispers softly into his ear, “I could bend you to my will now if I wanted, but I prefer you to be conscious during our little playtime.”
He closes his eyes and imagines a dream-world in which the two of them are together happily and eternally, a blissful union between the two lonely souls. “How courteous of you.”
She chuckles lightly and runs her hands under his shirt, feeling what muscles he has, “Hmm. You’re a rather exquisite specimen. I’m quite surprised you don’t already have someone of your own.” She talks in a seductive tone the entire time, slightly surprised.
To his excitement, she slips one hand into his pants and starts fondling his warm, limp member. He moans softly as he tries to speak, “Don’t you want a bend for this?”
She grins and kisses his neck once more, “Why? It’s much warmer here and we would have this luxurious bearskin rug under us.” She talks while patting the fur beneath them. She leans him back and down onto the rug. “Take your shirt off.” She removes her hand from his pants and reaches to her blouse and begins hastily unbuttoning it.
He stares at her for a moment, a bit dumbfounded by her sudden command. He catches a serious fire in her eyes and readily does as he’s told. He pulls his shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the side. He gazes at her, watching as her femme fatal features are made visible to his wanting spectacles.
She finally drops her top, revealing her succulent, firm breasts. She straddles his legs and awkwardly unbuckles his belt then undoes his pants, ravenously searching to see what she earlier felt.
He wants deeply to feel a woman’s tender chest and so reaches for hers but does so with a curious uncertainty about him. The young man bites his bottom lip in preparation for instant retaliation just as his strong hands cup her voluptuous mammaries. He realizes she did not hit him, but instead she put her hands on his and grinds them lightly against her bosom with a soft approving moan. He opens his eyes and looks her over, soaking up her sounds and absorbing her appearance, memorializing the moment forever in his mind.
She moves to kiss him and he willingly accepts the action with an open mind and pursed lips. She manipulates him with her hands and tongue, curling her digits around his head and her tongue around his, drawing him further into the deep French trap. She drops the kiss and goes once more to remove his pants. She grabs them and pulls them off with one swift, jerking motion along with his boxers, taking his boots off in the process. She sits in awe at his standing erection, eager to take it between her thighs. She smiles slyly at him while starting to undo her own pants.
He stares at her, viewing the entire process from a close distance. He is brought back to himself in one swift motion as she kneels between his legs and bends down to take him into her warm, moist maw, causing him to shiver and gasp for a breath at the new, exciting feeling of someone suckling on his rook. He almost instantaneously reaches for her head, urging her to continue. He clutches her skull and follows with her bobbing motions.
The entire time, while pleasing him, she had reached between her thighs and fondled her clitoris, causing her internal saturation to rise and her blood to heat. At this point she was only torturing herself so she stops and raises her body off the floor, leaving his grasp. She puts a foot on either side of him and starts to take the position of a baseball catcher but reaches under her and takes hold of his form tool and stands it directly up, aiming it at her slit, and she moves further downward, pressing the tip against her opening. She inches down his shaft and release it, grabbing the teenager’s hands and placing them on her hips, command him. “Make me ride you like a horse.”
At her words, Aidan pulls down on her, forcing himself into her with a great thrust. “I’ll make you moan.” He speaks through clenched teeth; his backed up hormones now began to show. With his piece inside of her he lays still for a few seconds, allowing himself to get used to her inner fire.
Helen doesn’t allow him much tome before rocking her hips because she is unable to wait any longer. She moans softly as his staff massages her depths. Aidan stops her motion and starts her in a constant rise and fall, creating a satisfied groan from both of them. Being a virgin, it’s not long before Aidan hits his peak, releasing his load inside of her. This in turn causes her to cry out his name as she stops out and gives in to the pleasureful feeling of being filled by another’s warmth.
Several hours pass as they lay in front of the roaring fireplace. Helen had collapsed on top of Aidan, caring not that she may bear his child, or that they were still nude. She had been fully satisfied by nothing more than a teenager.
Helen wakes up and thinks deeply on how easily this mortal called Aidan had solved her problem. She finally decides to use her gift and pass her curse of eternal, blood life on to him. She moves only enough to reach his neck with her mouth. She takes hold of his head and tilts it to the side as a sleeping person may sometimes lie. Finally, she opens her mouth and sinks her fangs into his neck, waking him with a scream.
He clutches her tightly at the sharp, unbearable pain, thinking only that she had betrayed him. Within seconds the tranquilizer effect of Helen’s bite kicks in and he is once more at her disposal. He falls limp.
The vampiress drinks deep of his life-giving fluid for no more than a few minutes then she stops, releasing him. She looks his solemn, peaceful, near-death face and then nips her wrist. She places it to his lips and a final time commands him. “Drink, now.” To which he responds with the same obedience. This causes him to writhe and scream as the bloods coalesce within him. “I told you that you would be mine. I will be back for you soon, my precious Aidan.”
Helen takes her new found companion to his bed to rest, covering all of the windows with blankets to shield him from the irritating rays of the coming sun; after doing so, she leaves.
He sleeps for what seems like days and finally wakes up and goes to the mirror in his room to check for any signs of sickness; he thought he had had a horrifyingly enjoyable, nightmarish dream. He looks his face over and finds nothing, but instead notices something on his neck: two small puncture marks, side by side, which cause him a sudden fright. “That wasn’t a dream after all…”
The End
COMMENTS
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shadowofmystry
21:34 Sep 09 2008
Sinfullydelicious
23:33 Dec 16 2008
yay you finished it *smiles* its good..you should make more stories