I fought my unresponsive muscles, mad with fear. A finger, I could move my finger, and now my wrist, my toes.....and I raised myself to a sitting position, ready to leap out of the bed, I swung my feet down to the floor, leapt up, and something took me by the shoulders! Someone with immensely strong hands grasped my arms, and held me fast. I tried to scream, but my mouth was blocked by another, and I shouted into an open mouth, my cries disappearing into it. That mouth tasted of blood! I fought my way backward, and overbalanced, toppling onto the bed, bringing my attacker down with me. Not what I had in mind. "How cooperative of you, my dear" a voice purred in my ear. I tried to struggle free, but his hands and arms were uncannily strong, and cold, so cold! "I won't hurt you, don't worry, you're quite safe!" He said. "Just let me go, and get out of my house!" "I won't call the cops, I promise!" I was desperate to be let go. "The ....oh, you mean the police!" "I am not concerned about them,'" and he laughed slightly. "What do you want?" I tried to squirm my way free, but he held me fast. "Just to talk, nothing more," he seemed to have an odd accent. "Then let me go, I can't talk like this." "Allright, if you will not try to run from me." He let go my arms, and allowed me to sit up. "May I turn on a light, please?" I wanted to see my attacker, so I could describe him to the police, if I lived through this. "Allright, you may do that." I slowly reached out my arm, and lit the lamp. Before me stood a tall, well-dressed man, with high cheekbones, and deep brown eyes. He looked pale and drawn, and just a bit.......frightened? As well as very, very dangerous.
"Now, tell me, what are you doing here?" I tried to sound braver than I felt. He smiled, a very toothy sort of smile, and sat next to me on the bed. "Oh, no, please, just let me go, please!" I tried to move away. He reached out and began to stroke my hair, smiling at me. I wanted to move away, to pull free, but something made me stay, made me still under his hand. "I won't hurt you, I promise." What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I pull away from this damned rapist? He kept stroking my hair, and I found myself leaning into his hand, as he ran it down my neck and onto my shoulder. I was oddly no longer afraid. Why? In fact, I was beginning to feel drawn to him. He smiled still, his pupils dilating, and his hand moved to my breast. He was touching me, stroking me, and I was not frightened, why? To my surprise, I was unfastening my nightgown, allowing his hand access. "You are very lovely, my dear, very lovely. What is your name?'" I spoke slowly, and with difficulty, "Deborah." I felt as though I were drugged, or under some sort of...spell? His hand was cold, and the skin felt tight. "I am Leonard." He bent his head to my breast, and took it in his mouth. I leaned back, allowing him greater access, as he kissed, licked, and nipped at my nipple. His teeth were uncommonly sharp, and I gasped as he drew blood, then licked the drops off. Leonard moaned, and moved his head to my other breast. His hair was soft and deep brown, and my fingers twined themselves in it. Nipping it slightly harder, drawing yet more blood, I felt more pleasure than pain as he lapped at the drops that ran down my chest.
Gently he pressed me back onto the bed, lifting my gown about my hips. I moaned with expected pleasure, and all the while I wondered why I did not run, why I did not scream for help. His mouth met mine, and his tongue darted about my mouth, smooth and wet. Such thin, hard lips! A cold hand touched my mound, pressing it firmly, almost causing pain, as he lightly bit my tongue. Blood tasted strongly in my mouth, salt and metal. Now his fingers, cold and hard teased my clitoris, probed my vagina, and I raised my hips in anticipation. Leonard was growling low in his throat, as he opened his fly, sucking hard on my tongue. His lips softening slightly. I tried to cry out as he entered me, he was so cold! His cock was huge, and very, very hard, and as cold as death. And in that moment, I knew what he was. I struggled with sudden strength, knowing my life to be in peril. A vampire, God in heaven, a vampire! He bore into me again and again, striking my hips with such force! There was no way to break free from his embrace, and my body was responding to him in a way that terrified me. My breath came faster and harder, and I strained upwards, pulling him tightly to me, terror and lust mingled together.
My orgasm was violent, and as I came, he took his mouth from mine, looked into my eyes, opening his mouth wide, revealing fangs. A twist of his head to the side, and he bit deeply into my neck. The sensation was like nothing I have ever felt in my life. Icy fire filled my neck, and flowed into my veins, my orgasm went deeper and longer, and I cried out, wild with pleasure. He drank from me as I continued to come in his arms, which grew softer and warmer. I lost consciousness, certain I was dying, but not caring. His face blurred before my eyes, and I knew no more.
I awoke feeling groggy, weak, and feverish. "You bastard" I whispered. "You rat bastard." Tears ran weakly down my face, I was too weak to actually cry. He hadn't killed me, no, the son of a bitch was saving me for later. I lay there, tears running down my face, trying to move. I could see it was already late, the sun cast a golden glow upon the walls. By sheer force of will I rolled out of bed and crawled to the bathroom to vomit. Weakened further, it was all I could do to drag myself to the phone in the kitchen. Why in the hell had I decided on a wall phone? "Idiot, Deborah, you fucking idiot" I hauled myself up the wall slowly, and knocked the receiver down. It was, of course, dead. I hadn't expected it to work, not really. Ok, plan B, keys, car, escape...I dragged myself to my purse and then to the door. The knob was very, very far above the floor. I was still staring at it when I blacked out.
It was dark! No!! He'd come back, I knew
in the night. Terror impelled me upward, adrenaline moved my hands,
turned the knob, and my fear propelled me to my car. I jammed my
keys into the ignition, grated the motor into life, and snapped backwards
out of the drive. Then I found myself easing the car back up to the
house again. And screaming. It was as though my mind had two
halves. I desperately wanted to flee, but was entirely incapable
of doing so. I sat there in the car, shivering, salt trailing down
my cheeks, waiting.
It wasn't long till I felt his presence, saw
a shadow beside the car, and he opened the door. "Come, back into
the house, you look ill." He gathered me into his arms and carried
me back inside, I was too weak and ill to protest. Then he laid me
gently down upon the sofa, and brought me water. "You must keep up
your strength" and he held the water to my mouth till I drank. "Good,
now you must eat something." "Please" I begged, "Let me go!"
"You are really too ill to go anywhere, my dear. No, You must stay
here. And I will take care of you, it's the least I can do!"
He busied himself in my kitchen, making small talk about me being nearly
out of eggs, and asking if I preferred scrambled or fried, while I tried
to will myself out the door again. I must have fainted again, because
I came to as he laid a huge plate of eggs and toast before me, then went
for a glass of milk. I could not move to feed myself, wasn't hungry,
so Leonard fed me bite after bite, and poured the milk down my throat.
"You absolutely must eat, and you must drink, I need you strong and healthy!"
My tears had stopped, and I obeyed meekly.
"Music would be nice, wouldn't it? What
do you have, ah! vinyl, good, and what's this? 78's! I am impressed.
You've quite a collection, everything from Hendrix to Hayden. I have
chosen well, it seems. And I do like your decorating sense, too,
antiques and stained glass, lovely touches." He put on some record,
I have no idea what, and came back to my side. I whimpered and drew
as far away as I could. "Let me go, please, please" I whispered.
Leonard brushed my hair away from my face. "In such terrible condition?
What sort of a friend would that make me?" He smiled and lifted me
into his arms. I found my head resting against his chest. There
was no heartbeat. "Let's get you cleaned up and dressed." A
pet, he was treating me like a pet!
He washed my face, bade me brush my teeth and hair, and laid out clothes for me. "Don't you have anything that isn't denim?" he asked. "We must get you a new wardrobe." "Why are you tormenting me like this, why don't you just kill me and get it over with?" I was so tired of being afraid, I just wanted it to end. "Tormenting you? I am trying to be as kind as I can, vampires are not inclined to it, though, I must admit. And I've no intention of killing you, not as such, anyway!" And he laughed, not a pretty sound at all.
Fed, cleaned up and dressed, I waited for his next move. If I could find a stake, or get him near a fire...but I knew I would not be able to destroy him, I was already his slave. "Damn you." I said. "Too late, been done years ago." Was his reply. "I fed already, if that is what concerns you, so this isn't an ‘eat and run' sort of thing." "What the hell do you want, then?" I was tired of being played with. "Oh, someone to talk to, to take care of.........and sex." "Sex?" I asked, "You mean rape, don't you?" He appeared pained. "That is a hard word, but I am a hard creature. I am not a mortal man, and the rules that govern mortal behavior do not apply to me. You had better get used to it. I am what I am, and I make no apologies. Deal with it." Nonetheless, I could see that he was troubled by my words. He ran his hand over his face, walked to the window, and stood staring out at the night. I wondered what sort of man he had been. And what use that man might be to me now.
"Leonard, you know this is wrong, I can see
you do. You must let me go. You must set me free." "There
is no must about it!" He whirled fiercely "I make the rules, you
do not! And when I want you, you will want me. To obey me is
your only choice." He strode towards the bed, sank down beside me.
"Desire me," he said, and I was filled with need for him. I leant
upwards, stretching my arms towards him. And then he was gone.
And there was nothing for me to do but weep.
by
Sidhe danz
