1 comments/ 21752 views/ 1 favorites Changing Ch. 01 By: wyldechylde "I'll take the Caesar salad please." Joy rolled her eyes at her best friend in the lunch line as she placed her order. "And a bagel too please." "I'll take a ham and cheese sandwich and a soda please." Francine looked at her with one of those looks of hers, that 'Do you know an animal died for that sandwich?" look. Knowing damn well that Joy would make fun of her she didn't say anything though. The two of them sat at their favorite table outside on the balcony next to the railing for lunch, the same table they had shared for the last four years ever since they had met. The table overlooked the city from the fifth floor of the high-rise they both worked in. Although they worked for different high-tech firms they always managed to take lunch at the same time and so they always met here to talk about the world and whatever may have them interested at the time. "You know, I don't get you." Joy said as Francine lit up a cigarette. "What?" Francine asked. "You're a vegetarian, work-out like crazy and can name every carcinogen that every fast food-restaurant laces its French fries with and yet you smoke?" "Me? What about you miss six figure salary and moonlighter as a stripper every weekend?" "Shhh, you want someone here to hear you? I strip cause its fun and I love the attention, not for the money what's your excuse?" Francine blew out a long breath of smoke over the railing. "Who wants to live forever?" Joy just laughed. "To not living forever!" she held up her bottle of juice in a toast. Francine clanked her bottle against Joy's and repeated the toast. The rest of the lunch was spent talking about the latest celebrity trash and the same three stories they had about their own encounters with fame that both of them had memorized. When all was said and done, Francine mashed out her cigarette, the two tossed their garbage and went to their separate offices. Joy was an executive at her firm which meant she no longer really did what she was originally hired to do, program computers, now she just used them, forgot how they ran most of the time and made sure no one else did. She wondered if her popularity in the office was due to her long legs and short skirts, her smile which could light up a room or so she was told or the fact that she never got upset with anyone. She was usually so easy going it took a lot to get her upset but it did happen once in a while. Normally it had to be Jason, the one clod in the office that insisted on asking her to fuck him every day and not take no for an answer. Joy usually responded by making his life a living hell as best she could but he seemed to enjoy it, it didn't stop him one bit. "Hey sexy..." "Fuck off Jason." Joy responded as she walked by his cubicle on the way to her office, she didn't even look in his direction. "Awww come on, please?" he pleaded to deaf ears. Joy just walked into her office and went over the performance assessments that she had been trying to get through for the last two days. She was almost done yesterday but something always happened, something like Jerry bursting in without knocking to announce that the system had been infected with another virus. "Shit not again, who opened it this time?" "We don't know, we think it was one of those auto-execute types." "Is it one that the programs know about or is it new?" "We're running the scans but I think it's new." "Alright then just go through the files and see if you can figure it out the hard way, I'll tell Nikko." "Right boss." "And quit calling me boss." Joy walked into her former lover's office and down her nose at him with that coy look that always got him horny. He was on the phone and barely acknowledged her presence, something that always got her horny. "I know we got infected with a new virus, I'm informing the head office now." "People need to quit opening their e-mail attachments that come from unknown sources." "I'll write another memo." Nikko responded sarcastically. "It won't do any good. I think we should offer to have me strip for the male workers that don't open their e-mails." "That won't do any good either, they've undressed you with their eyes too many times." "Good point, I'm going to get those assessments done." "No problem I'll take care of this one." "Do me a favor and let me get these assessments done before you give me any more tasks, I've only got until tomorrow." "Alright." Joy walked back to her cubicle with a bit more bounce to her step than she'd previously had. She didn't know what it was about Nikko that got her energized, its not like he was all that attractive there was just something about him. Joy sat down in her office again and began reviewing files of the employees in her office. She had most of them done and was looking forward to finishing this last batch so that she could get to the next menial paperwork task that loomed over the horizon. She wasn't sure what is was about this new position but it just wasn't her, she lacked the enthusiasm that she had once brought to the company and just didn't look forward to coming to work anymore. That more than anything was why she danced at Grinder's Friday and Saturday nights, it was a break in the routine. Which reminded her, tonight was Friday and the day she would finally meet the stranger Heaven had been bragging about for so long. Not only that but she would also finally get wear her newest really awesome corset on stage with her matching garters. The thought of all the horny guys in the club rushing the stage while she wore that made her wet right there in the office and also made the assessments take the rest of the day. Off work at five meant she had one hour exactly to go home, get her outfits, change into one of them and fly over to Grinders to be the first of the new shift change to dance on stage. She had complained to her boss that making her the first to dance wasn't fair because unlike most of the other girls she had a day job that didn't let her off until five. Unfortunately, she was always scheduled first and this night was no exception, poor Devon was trapped on stage dancing an extra song waiting for Joy to fly through the front door and jump up onto the stage. It was too early for the club to be crowded so she used one of the empty chairs at the stage to launch herself onto Devon. "Sorry I'm late, again." Devon laughed softly. "If this is my reward then be late every night I'm the last set." Joy kissed the lesbian deeply much to the delight of the crowd who whooped and hollered at the display. "You're a doll, put my pack in my locker please, it should be open I don't leave anything in it." "No problem love." Joy danced the rest of that song and the two she would normally have danced anyway while the other dancers filtered in and out. It was a pretty smooth changing of the guard she thought, normally three or four dancers were late but tonight only she was and only barely at that. After her last song she gathered up her pile of one-dollar bills and walked naked into the back room leaving the stage empty and the crowd waiting for the next dancer. The DJ started his rant about how the night shift was now in effect and the night was just getting started. Joy ignored it and walked up to her favorite spot in front of the mirror to redo her makeup now smeared from her mad dash to the club and dance on stage. "Where's Heaven?" she asked Devon who hadn't left yet. "Dunno she never showed up." "Are you filling in for her?" Joy asked worried. "Yep." Devon was pissed Joy could tell, she was just staring at the mirror not really paying attention to anything other than not getting into a fight with someone. Joy grabbed the pile of bills she had just collected and gave them to her. "Congratulations, you're making double time tonight whatever I make is yours." Devon looked at her in shock. "Are you serious?" she whispered. "Yeah just don't tell anyone, you've earned it I think." "But what about you?" "You've seen my car." Joy whispered to Devon so no one else could hear. "Do you honestly think I need the money?" "I love you." Devon sighed trying to hide her tears. "I love you too." Joy finally put on the corset and stockings about eleven that night. It had been pretty dead up until ten so she decided to wait until the crowd made it worthwhile. Heaven was still a no-show but some dark mysterious stranger had walked up to the stage and Joy was certain this was the guy she had been talking about, he fit the description perfectly. She danced with the corset on and a skimpy g-string that barely covered her love-mound that she had shaved especially for tonight. The corset was so stiff and laced so tight that she couldn't do any of the high-energy dance moves that she was known for so she picked a slow song and did her best to move slowly and seductively. Half way through the first set she unlaced the top strings of her corset and let her huge tits fall out of the top and by the time the song ended she had wrapped her g-string around some lucky guy's head. During the second song she unlaced the corset entirely and finished completely nude rubbing her cleavage against another guy's face. When the song finally finished she crawled around the stage collecting the dollars and saying thank you to the gathered crowd, when she got to the dark man though she paused to ask for a private dance. "Is Heaven here tonight?" he asked instead of answering. "No she didn't show up tonight, I don't know where she is. Are you her friend Dale?" "Yes." He said somberly. He looked like his favorite puppy had just died. "Heaven's talked so much about you, I've been eager to meet you, I'll be down in just a sec so we can talk ok?" "Ok." He said looking surprised. Joy hurried to the back and slipped Devon all her bills, she hadn't counted them but there were at least two tens and some fives in the two handfuls. She pulled on a lace teddy and a thong and without checking her makeup dashed back onto the dance floor. The next dancer was already done with her first song and dancing through the second, Joy looked and found Dale sitting at one of the booths way in the back all alone. He was about as far from the stage as he could get and not even looking at the mirrors to see who was dancing on it. Joy slid into the seat next to him and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. "Hi I'm Firehawk. You having fun tonight?" she beamed her brightest smile hoping to cheer him up, depressed customers didn't pay much and she had another dancer to make money for. "Its nice to meet you, Heaven has mentioned you once or twice but I've never seen you dance before." "I only dance on Fridays and Saturdays, makes it hard to catch me." Being a shameless flirt she ran her fingernails up and down the side of his neck and teased his earlobe, her efforts were rewarded with a smile and a soft moan. Despite herself Joy smiled. "Do you only get dances from Heaven?" "Yes, I almost feel I'd be cheating on her if I didn't." he chuckled softly. "Its stupid I know." "Don't worry, I hear that a lot all dancers have their favorites. So how about it, you want a private dance or do you want to talk some more?" "I would like a dance yes." He looked at her for the first time since she sat next to him. "Awesome, its forty dollars a song just tell me when you want to finish and you can pay me after." Joy stood up beaming a bright red smile at him and took him by his hand to a corridor off to the side of the main stage. Other customers and dancers were filing in and out of the small rooms on either side. Joy picked one that was empty and stood outside the door waiting for him to enter. As he walked past he brushed his hand across her thigh making her tingle and forming goose bumps. "Tease." She whispered after the door was closed. The music was being piped in through a speaker near the ceiling and was about halfway through the song. "Ok, I'm not going to be a bitch and dance half a song and make you pay for it so lets just chat it up a minute. How long have you been coming here?" Joy wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pressed her body against his as tight as she could for comfort making sure to rub one of her tits against his arm. The treatment was arousing him and forming a bulge in his pants. "About a year or so, I only come in occasionally." "Wow, I've been her for three years and I've never seen you before, you must not make it in very often." "My wife..." he trailed off and Joy changed the subject quickly. "How did you know Heaven?" "We were having an affair." "Whoops, bad choice of questions." Joy forced a laugh. "I'm not going to go there." "That's ok, you didn't know." The song ended and Joy slipped out of her teddy and onto his lap. "I'm just going to dance until you tell me to stop and don't worry, no one can see us so keep it in your pants and only use your hands and we'll be alright." "I thought I was only allowed to touch your ass and non-privates?" "So I'm easy." Joy danced three songs for him before he decided to stop, his hands felt like silk along her skin and his touch lit her up like a match. He had caressed and massaged her tits a way that no one ever had, even Devon who was a hard-core lesbian. Fortunately he never reached between her legs for he would have felt how soaked her panties were. When she was done she kissed him gently on the cheek and gave him a big hug before leaving him on the floor. She had about fifteen minutes until her next set which wasn't enough time to get a good run of private dances going and she needed to cool off anyway so she headed for the back room teddy in hand only g-string for clothes. A couple of customers saw her and gaped at her as she walked past, she smiled brightly and waved as she walked by. When she walked in she saw Heaven curled up on the couch crying, her arms had been cut badly and she was hiding her face, paramedics were already there trying to patch her up but she wasn't being very cooperative. Suddenly very self-conscious Joy held her teddy over her tits to hide them from the display and walked around the group to talk to one of the other dancers about what was going on. "Hey Asia, what happened here?" she asked her prior arousal now completely forgotten. "She was fucking that guy, the one you got a dance with and his wife tried to kill her." Joy's jaw dropped and she ran outside to the floor, dropped her teddy and overlooked the fact that all she was wearing was a thong and tried to find Dale. He was nowhere to be found, she ran back inside to talk to Asia again. "He's gone I hope she doesn't try to kill him too." Joy plopped down in the chair no longer caring who saw her mostly naked body, pulling off her thong she ignored what was going on and got ready for her next dance set. The rest of the night went without incident but Joy was too worried about the wife showing up and trying to hack the shit out of her. It showed in her dances, many of the customers asked if she was ok and the amount of money she was getting dropped dramatically, when the club finally closed she was grateful to leave. Hanging out in the back room nude she took deep breaths trying to ground herself, it was a ritual she did every time she left and no one bothered her, by the time she was done she and Devon were the only two left, as usual. "Are you ok?" Devon asked her. "No, I'm scared. If that bitch of a murderer is that fucking crazy my ass may be next." Devon laughed. "Don't worry about that, his wife was arrested and is rotting away in the clink without bail, she won't bother anyone." "Thank the God and Goddess." Joy breathed a big sigh of relief. "C'mon I'll take you home." At four in the morning the city was devoid of life so just for fun Joy decided not to dress and walked from the club to her car naked. Devon shook her head the whole way out to the parking lot. "Hang on a second." Devon stopped Joy short of the car and grabbed her tits squeezing them and licking her nipples. "Mmmmm, baby you sure do know how to show a girl a good time." Pulling off her own clothes Devon went back to sucking on Joy's tits and rubbing her body against Joy's. Joy wrapped her fingers in the other dancer's hair and moaned loudly closing her eyes and rolling her head around her shoulders as Devon sucked and tongued her nipples to pertness. Devon stopped after a minute or so and stood up to wrap Joy in a passionate embrace. "Mike's watching." She said before kissing Joy deeply. "Let him watch." Joy replied between kisses. "I hate being watched." Devon pulled away and gathered up her clothes before walking to the passenger door. "Bitch." Joy winked at her. "Slut." Devon responded. "Whore." "Cunt." "Jezebel." "Tramp." "Flirt." "Flatterer." Devon said before climbing in. Joy smiled broadly and climbed behind the wheel of her Dodge Viper RT-10. Devon lived a few miles away so in all too short a time Joy had dropped her girlfriend off and was heading home. Before getting back onto the freeway though a Mercedes Benz SL 500 had pulled alongside her at a red light at the freeway on ramp and revved its engine. Its windows were tinted so she couldn't see inside but hers were tinted also so her would-be challenger couldn't see her either. She smiled wickedly, unlike the Mercedes her Viper wasn't stock, a new stand-alone engine management system and titanium mandrel-bent exhaust were two of her long list of modifications that she had installed to increase the power output of the monster roadster. She revved her engine responding to the challenge and took off when the light turned green to blast down the freeway hitting sixty in just under four seconds and one hundred a few scant seconds later. The 500 tried to keep up and did a good job of it through first and second gears but once she had shifted into third the massive V-10 kicked in all the power she had given it and the SL 500 fell into the distance unable to keep up. Hitting the flashers she let off the gas and let the car coast down to freeway speeds. The Mercedes pulled up behind her and shadowed her as she drove along, she decided to meet this mystery driver so she pulled off the freeway and parked in a closed gas station waiting for him to climb out of the car. She cracked the window and waited inside the car wanting to surprise hmi with her still nude body. A tall muscular man climbed out of the Mercedes wearing what looked like workout clothes, he was pale and had hair dyed white with his black roots showing. He walked up to the window and looked through the crack, although he was obviously about to say something when he saw her, his words caught in his throat. She rolled the window down all the way so he could see her in all her glory. "Nice car." She said smiling broadly. "Nice tits." He responded. "Flirt. So what brings a guy like you in a $90,000+ sports car out on a night like this wearing work out clothes? Just get done at the gym?" "Yeah, what's your excuse?" "I just got off of work at Grinder's." "What?" he stood up straight surprised. "No fucking way." She laughed at the disbelief in his voice and on his face. "For real, I'm a stripper. I wanted to have some late-night fun." "Bullshit, no stripper drives a Viper." "I have a day job you know." She cocked her head to one side and rested it on her hand. "How did a jock get an AMG? You play for the NFL?" "Pro hockey actually. Took me three seasons to save up for this. No bullshit, you're a stripper?" he was still in shock. "Come by the club tomorrow night and see for yourself, ask for Firehawk." She held out her hand to wave good-bye as she turned the engine back on when she felt him grab it and bite her wrist. "Ow." She burst out startled at the bite. "I think." She sat there staring at him sucking on her wrist and watching her blood dribble down his chin onto the ground, it didn't hurt at all, actually it felt good. He looked up still holding her hand and talked through two blood stained fangs. Changing Ch. 01 "I will. See you then." He turned back to his car, got in and drove away leaving Joy sitting in her car in shock. "What just happened?" she asked thin air. She looked at her wrist and saw no sign of any bite marks not even remnants of the blood that had dribbled from his mouth, it was if he had never bitten her at all. "Wild." She breathed before driving home. " I must have imagined it." She parked her car in her carport and walked to her apartment still naked. Its was almost five in the morning so no one was about but she almost wished that someone would see her as she walked to her apartment, it would have been fun to see look on some half asleep stranger's face as she walked past him or her. No one did see her though much to her disappointment so she entered her apartment and went about getting ready for bed. A quick shower got all the sweat and makeup and come off her body from her night at the club. She thought back to her activities and felt a twinge of guilt as she always did but she couldn't help herself, she was hooked on sex and somehow every time she worked there some lucky bastard managed to entice her enough and pay her enough to do him in the back room. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. "Some day the cops are going to catch your ass with a cock in it and then you'll really be fucked." She said to her reflection. She finished cleaning up and tossed a tv dinner in the microwave, looking out the window she noticed the first signs of sunlight just above the horizon, once again she was going to get to sleep sometime after sunrise. Turning around she just about jumped out of her skin when she saw the guy who was driving the Mercedes Benz she had raced earlier standing right behind her. "Sorry the door was open and no one answered when I called inside, thought maybe you had been murdered or something." "You followed me?" she stood incredulous. "Yeah sorry. Your roommate didn't answer the door." "I don't have a roommate." She cocked her head to one side and began to get frightened. How had this guy followed her? She didn't see any other cars on the road as she drove home. "What are you doing here?" she asked finally realizing she was still nude in front of him, she covered what she could of her body with her arms. "Oh come on, its not like I haven't seen you naked before." He moved in close to her, so close their bodies bumped against each other, she stood frozen unable to move even though she wanted to run away, wanted to run screaming for help from this guy who obviously intended to rape her but she could only stare at him entranced. He reached for her tits brushing her arms aside and massaged them gently, she didn't fight him at all, she couldn't seem to muster the urge to try and stop him from molesting her. After a few seconds of tit rubbing he leaned forward to kiss her and she opened her mouth to welcome his tongue, her arms fell to her sides and then began caressing his body as he fondled her, squeezing her nipples lightly and getting her amazingly aroused. In her mind she was racing away into the morning sun to get the police but her body only stood in his arms kissing him and allowing him to molest her. He stopped kissing her lips and began kissing her neck softly running his mouth and tongue up and down the soft skin of her neck and shoulder. Leaning her back against a wall he dropped his pants and spread her legs enough to slide his massive cock into her now wet throbbing pussy. She sucked in her breath as he filled her pussy unable to control her arousal, she was now so hot and horny she thought she was going to come just from him entering her, a few strokes of his member later and she was crying out in ecstasy as her orgasm rocked her body to her bones. Apparently, she had quite an effect on him for a few seconds after she got off he shot his load of hot come inside her and slowed his thrusts to a halt. Leaning heavily against a wall Joy struggled to catch her breath and re-gain control of her senses, before she could though she felt him bite her at the base of her neck, the fangs entered her neck piercing the vital veins that brought blood to her body. Like before the bite was pure ecstasy and quickly got her aroused again as her blood spilled slowly from his mouth, too much was flowing from her for him to drink at once. Her wet pussy was dripping love juice down the length of his shaft and over his balls, his cock stayed hard inside her and as he drank her blood he began pumping her pussy again driving her wild with lust. Not caring that he was raping her or that he was drinking her blood she rode his cock right to the edge as he fucked her. Her hands gripped his body and clenched his hair, her moans of pleasure grew louder and louder as his thrusts increased in intensity and speed. Her blood ran in a long trickle down her neck, between her tits and over her belly pooling slightly in her naval before continuing to roll into her sex and down her thighs. Their fucking grew louder as their bodies smacked together and Joy could feel herself about to come again, unable to stop the rush she exploded over his cock screaming in absolute delight. Again he exploded inside of her as she came releasing wave after wave of hot come into her hot pussy. Spent, she slumped to the floor and he with her still latched onto her neck where he continued to drink her life away. Her vision became blurred and her body grew weak her strength all but gone, she figured her blood was all but gone as well and let her body go limp. I'm going to die, she thought to herself. He's killing me. "No." she whispered aloud. He didn't stop feeding on her. "No." she said a little bit louder, he continued to drink not hearing or not caring. "NOOOOO!!" she finally screamed sitting bolt upright in her bed. Her blanket went flying and her pillows were also tossed about the room in her mad thrashing about. Realizing that she had just woken up from what was apparently a dream she gathered her composure and tried to catch her breath. Feeling her neck she felt no puncture wounds, like her wrist she had only imagined the whole incident. But she didn't remember climbing into bed, or eating her dinner. She climbed out of bed and ran to the kitchen, her tv dinner was empty on the counter, eaten. She went back to bed and tried to remember the whole incident but it faded quickly just like a dream. Breathing one last sigh of relief she climbed back out of bed and checked the clock on her alarm, three-thirty plenty of time to call Devon and maybe pay her a visit before going to work at the club tonight. She grabbed the phone next to her bed and checked the caller i.d., Devon had already called her but not left a message, that meant she was still home so Joy called her girlfriend back. "Hello?" "Hey its Joy, are you going to be home for a while?" "Yeah why?" Devon sounded worried, probably detecting the fear in Joy's voice. "I want to talk about it when I get there, is that ok?" "Yeah honey, come right over I'm not going anywhere." "Thanks, I love you." "I love you too." Joy jumped into a halter-top and pair of jeans for the drive over to Devon's. She wasn't sure why but the dreams had really bothered her and she needed to talk to her lover about it. Walking out the front door she failed to notice the small pool of her blood on the kitchen floor that was in exactly the spot she had been fed on in the dream. Changing Ch. 02 Joy knocked on the door to her girlfriend's apartment and waited patiently for her to open the door. The sign on the front door normally said "Clothing optional beyond this point" but the word "optional" had masking tape over it and written in felt pen instead was the word "forbidden." This was actually the rule of the house, anyone who was invited over was informed in advance that all clothing was to be removed upon entry, most assumed it was because of wild sex orgies or that the occupants were addicted to seeing naked bodies to fantasize and masturbate about. The real truth was that Devon and her roommate were naturalists and enjoyed being naked more than being clothed and since their home was their sanctum they chose for it to be a private nudist colony. Devon opened the door in a robe and Joy slid inside promptly removing her top and shorts so that her better half could hang the robe up next to the door where it hung so that passer-by would not see naked bodies and possibly be offended whenever they opened the door. Devon's roommate was nowhere to be seen so Joy inquired why before sitting down on the couch. "He got called into work today." Devon sat next to her and lit a cigarette, breathing in the smoke and letting it out in one long breath. "So what's up, you sounded freaked over the phone?" "I met this guy last night." Joy stopped, unsure about how to continue, she looked at the floor feeling ashamed all of a sudden. "So?" Devon looked confused. "You're free to fuck all the cock you want you know that. Just knock it off when we get married is all." "I know, it's not that..." Joy couldn't bring herself to explain. "Joy, what's wrong? You are seriously freaked out I can tell." "I had a dream that this guy I raced against was a vampire and he followed me home to rape me and kill me." She blurted it out so fast Devon obviously didn't catch it all so Joy explained in detail the race and what happened after she got home. "That's the weird part, I don't remember much of it but I don't remember ever lying down to sleep either, it's like my dream erased part of my memory and replaced it." "Sounds pretty vivid too, definitely one freaky fucking dream. No wonder you're so bent out of shape." Devon took a drag on her smoke before continuing. "What do you remember about it?" "I felt myself dying." Joy finally looked back at her partner. "It felt so real I woke up screaming. I thought I was dead." "Dying? Wow, it's said that if you ever died in your dream you would die in real life too. What did that feel like?" "It was like, slipping away. I could myself shutting down, I got cold, by limbs went numb and my eyesight and hearing gradually faded until I was almost deaf and blind. It was at the moment that I thought I had died when I woke up." Devon and Joy just sat on the couch for a long time without saying anything to each other. They shifted uncomfortably and occasionally stared at each other. Devon finished her cigarette and mashed it out in a nearby ashtray. "Thankfully it was just a dream." Devon broke the silence finally. "Yeah, you hungry?" Joy finally asked. "Nah I just ate." "I'm going to grab some grub before going to work. Need a ride?" Joy stood and went to gather her clothes. "Sure, wait up." They went to Joy's house first so she could gather her outfits for the club that night and put on her underwear. After that they went to a fast food place to get some food. They didn't talk much and Devon noticed that something was wrong with Joy's skin. "You're getting red." She pointed out after they sat down. Joy looked at her arm and saw that a minor sunburn had formed. "Well it's hotter than hell out there, guess I need to start wearing sunscreen again." "Its not that hot Joy, its only the mid seventies." "Come on you know how my skin is, I always burn easily its all that time I spend indoors." "Yeah but its never been this bad, you should have it checked out." "Ok I will, as soon as my vacation starts." Joy was worried about her skin though she hadn't been in the sun that long and she had never burned this easily before, maybe the stress from work? She couldn't see how. "You're taking a vacation? I didn't know about that, when?" Joy cursed herself for letting her surprise slip out. "Yeah, next week, I arranged for you and me to have one week all to ourselves to have fun, frolic and be crazy in Puerto Rico." Devon yelped in delight and hugged Joy so tight Joy thought she was going to suffocate. Devon had always wanted to visit the Caribbean and now she was going to get her chance. For the rest of the hour and a half they had until they had to work at the club Devon didn't talk about anything else. She must have brought up five times about how she wanted to go snorkeling nude and see the famous Barracuda that sometimes swam up to tourists. On the way to Grinder's, Joy stopped and grabbed some sunscreen, it helped her skin heal up some and she didn't feel as hot as she had before. When they arrived they saw Heaven walking the floor serving drinks. She was wearing a long skirt and long-sleeved shirt trying to hide the bandages that showed at the end of the sleeves. Her shirt was low-cut though showing what meager breasts she had. Joy walked up to Heaven to see how she was. "How you feeling sweetie? You sure you're ok to work?" "I'll be fine, just some surface cuts, didn't even need stitches. Mostly freaked out really but that murdering bitch is in jail so I feel safe." She walked over to the bar and ordered drinks for a couple of customers. "Are you ok Joy? You look awfully pale." "I'm alright, had a freaky dream last night left me pretty rattled." "All this horseshit going on it's a surprise we're getting any sleep at all." Devon chimed in. She gave Heaven a hug and wished her well before Heaven walked into the crowd to serve her customer's drinks. "Good kid, never should have happened to her." "Bad things happen to good people unfortunately. Come on lets get ready to hit the stage." Joy spent less than thirty minutes getting her makeup and hair done up for her first set at six-thirty. She did have help though Devon danced the first song and then ran into the back to help Joy with her hair, naked she fixed Joy's hair up in an elaborate bun while Joy finished her makeup. Joy finally slid into a very tight evening gown that she normally wore for company functions and strapped on her favorite high heels. Walking out onto the stage she kept her eyes closed and rubbed her body suggestively, the crowd seemed to grow quiet so that all she could really hear was the music. She counted her steps and stopped perfectly at the end of the stage before squatting in front of a young man who's jaw hung open looking up at her. She smiled warmly and danced in a crouch at the end of the stage moving from one guy to the next and then the next working her way back down to the opposite end of the stage mostly lying down and sliding out of her dress. Like two mountains on her chest her saline enhanced tits stuck straight up into the air as she arched her back and then laid back down flat again. Her nipples were erect and only added to the effect. She kept her movements slow and tried to be more seductive than wild and crazy as she usually was. Although that wasn't normally her style it seemed to fit her mood at the moment. Tip money piled high in several spots on either side of the stage as she stood up and let the gown fall to her ankles, stepping from the garment and walking nude back towards the youth at the head of the stage she thought she spotted a familiar person sitting at a nearby table and made a mental note of where it was and to check him out later. She was more focused on the young man at her feet at the moment. Spreading her legs to flash her crotch she crouched in front of him and pushed her tits together rubbing them and licking one of her nipples. As the song ended she grabbed the handrail and pushed her massive chest into his face, smacking them back and forth against his cheeks. His breath was hot and moist against her skin and almost felt like it burned. As the song finished smiled broadly, blew him a kiss and collected her bills. The crowd erupted in applause and some of the men at the stage even stood up. She was surprised at the reaction, she couldn't remember ever having a crowd get as excited as this for her. She must have put on a hell of a show. She walked into the back room and counted her tips, over one hundred dollars had been given to her by the crowd. Pretty good considering the stage was half-empty. "Wow, quite a hall." A dancer named Princess was staring her cash pile as if it were pure gold. "Hey, leave some for the rest of us!" another dancer joked. "Yeah we po'." Said Ashley, one of Joy's best friends at the club. She was a tiny Asian woman who barely hit five feet tall, quite a contrast to Joy's height of six feet two inches. "Don't be hogging all the rich guys for yourself." Ashley wrapped her arm around Joy's shoulder and sat in her lap. "Oh Devon, I'm stealing your girlfriend!" "If you want her that bad, you can have her!" "Hey!" Joy turned to her lover. "I'm going to remember that!" Devon stuck out her tongue at Joy while Ashley stood up and gathered her clothing to leave. "You two go ahead and fight over me, I'll date whoever wins." "Damn, I'm sleeping alone again tonight." Devon snapped her fingers in mock disappointment. "Oh please." Joy shook her head laughing and pulled out the share of money she had to give to the DJ. She also strapped on a string bikini top and pulled on a thong to walk the floor and try to scare up a few dances, by the way the crowd reacted to her dancing though she doubted that she would have to ask very many guys. As she walked up to the DJ to hand in his share of her tips she looked back to the table she had made a mental note of and froze. Sitting next to a tall woman with a long pink ponytail was the man she had raced against the previous night. She could only stare at where he sat in fear, he wasn't looking in her direction and had a drink in front of him that seemed to be occupying his attention at the moment. The woman had no hair on her head except for where her ponytail was tied at the top near the back. She was wearing all black and had a couple of piercings in her face, one in her lip and one in her eyebrow. She looked bored and he looked to the stage waiting for the next dancer. "Hey, are you ok? You look like you just saw a ghost?" Damien, the DJ was tugging on her arm trying to get her attention. "I think I just did, excuse me." She boldly walked up to the man and stood next to his table waiting for him to notice her. It didn't take long. "Holy shit, you do work here." He said in genuine surprise. She only smiled warmly and held her arms out to her sides briefly. "This is her?" the pink haired woman asked incredulous. "I've seen better boob jobs on plastic dolls." She stood up and angrily walked out of the club. "Sorry, she just wanted to know who I'd dumped her for." "Not me, I'm engaged." Joy crossed her arms in front of her chest suddenly irritated by the last comment. "Who are you?" He held out his hand for her to shake, she took it and let go. "Darius, nice to meet you, again." "Same, I think. Did you really dump her for me?" "Wow you don't fuck around do you?" "Nope." "Yes I did really dump her for you, you look so much better than her don't you think?" "No." angry, Joy turned and walked away from him. "Hey! Aren't you going to ask me for a dance?" he stood up disappointed. "Mmmmmm, fuck off." Joy walked around the floor and asked the youth at the head of the stage instead. He eagerly said yes and took her outstretched hand. "This way please." She walked him over to her favorite private booth thankfully it was unoccupied at the moment. Opening the door she motioned for him to sit down on the loveseat that was inside the private room. She leaned against the wall opposite him and waited for the song to end. "Ever been here before?" she asked. "Nope." He sat smiling like a Cheshire cat and bouncing from anticipation. "Ok, its forty dollars a dance and you pay me when we're all done. I'm just going to dance for you until you tell me to stop ok?" "So what do we do back here?" he looked around as if he was trying to catch someone spying on them. "Don't worry the room's private, no one monitors us. We do whatever I let you do." Joy looked up at the speaker waiting for the next song to play, when she looked back she jumped in shock, Darius was sitting where the young man had just been. "I don't think so." He stood up and walked over to her, somehow he had caught her in that same trance he had used the last time he raped her, her mind screamed at her to run but she simply couldn't bring herself to, her body wouldn't obey any of her mental commands and no matter how badly she wanted to she just couldn't reach for the handle of the door to escape. "I didn't dump my pushy girlfriend to be pushed around by you." He leaned in close and nibbled on her neck with only his teeth, she didn't feel the fangs, yet. "You've changed quickly, won't be long now and your fiancée will he history." "You leave her alone or I swear to God." "You'll what? You'll be one of us before you know it, hell you'll probably get her long before I do." He bit her neck with his fangs and she felt the now all too familiar piercing of her skin followed by waves of ecstasy and passion. She creamed her thong and grabbed his hair sucking in her breath as he drank her blood. Again some of it spilled from his mouth and ran traces down her shoulder and in between her tits. Her mind fought against the overwhelming lust that had now taken over her senses but to no avail, soon she was completely taken by desire for this man, she pulled his head from her neck and kissed him passionately tasting her blood in his mouth. He pulled off her costume and stripped out of his own clothes before kissing her again, the open wound in Joy's neck spilled blood down the front of her body at a prodigious rate but she just ignored it. The taste of her own blood had erupted a passion inside her body that she had never felt before and she wanted to fuck him right then and there, grabbing his rock-hard cock she guided it to her dripping pussy only to have him stop her. "Not yet." He grabbed her head and made her kneel before him stuffing his cock into her mouth. She opened wide and wrapped her lips around his shaft sucking him off while he held onto her hair. He fucked her face and forced his cock far enough down her throat to make her gag and cough. Her blood continued to pour from her neck in an unstoppable flow tracing rivers down her torso and dripping from her bald pussy to form a puddle on the floor between her legs. He held her hair tightly as she teased the head of his cock with her tongue before he shoved it deep into her throat and fucked her mouth until she gagged and coughed again. The loss of blood was beginning to make her feel light-headed. "Please fuck me, please before I die again." She begged him. He picked her up under her shoulders and slammed her up against the wall, she wrapped her legs around his body and he placed the head of his cock against her pussy lips teasing her. "Tell me you want it, tell me how badly you want me to fuck you." He hissed in her ear. He held her so close that their bodies rubbed together and Joy's blood smeared all over the both of them. "I want it so bad, I want it more than anything, please fuck me till I die." Her vision was becoming blurred and her limbs became cold as she felt her life slipping away from her. He pushed his cock into her pussy with enough force to lift her a few inches into the air before catching her and riding her hard and fast. She moaned loudly with each thrust and thrashed about in his grasp lost in her passion, she could feel her orgasm growing as her body failed her. He held on tight and fucked her harder and faster with each stroke of his cock. Sucking on the bite he had made earlier his moans and grunts were muffled in her neck. Her vision went completely black and her hearing had almost completely failed, her strength was totally gone and she could no longer move her own limbs but her lust was the most intense it had ever been in her life. How fitting that she would feel it at the end of her life and she would slip into death without even getting her own orgasm. "Joy, JOY SNAP OUT OF IT!!!!!" Devon was shaking Joy furiously trying to get her to wake up. Joy startled out of her trance and thrashed about wildly for a few seconds before settling down and collecting her thoughts. "What? Where is Darius?" she asked through a fog. Devon just looked at her confused. "Darius? You were dancing for Robert here." "Yeah you fell catatonic and shit, I got freaked out and ran for help." Joy looked from Devon to Robert and around at a few on-lookers who were obviously very worried about her. One of them was the pink haired girl she had seen with Darius earlier, unlike everyone else though she looked pissed. "Who's Darius?" Devon asked. "You're never going to believe me." Joy curled into the fetal position and began to cry. "He found me again, he killed me again." Everyone around Joy just stared at her in shock. Changing Ch. 03 Darius peeked out the window of his apartment and tried to ignore the burning of the sunlight against his skin. Soon, the sun would go down and he could hunt, hopefully finding new prey. His latest catch was exquisite but even she felt somewhat lacking, he needed a new victim. "You going out to find your new slut again?" Whisper, his wife had snuck up behind him without him noticing. He had no idea how she managed to do that, he thought after all these centuries that he knew all the tricks but apparently not. "My new wife you mean?" "Oh yeah, you dumped me, sorry I forgot." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "I figured your last session with me would be a final reminder." Despite herself, Whisper smiled, she enjoyed being tortured to death and had the scars to prove it. She wasn't one of his kind yet and he had married her originally planning on changing her but had changed his mind, if he did that then she would have no further need for him, he didn't like that idea. "Well strangling me to death is what I call foreplay, you should know that after ninety-four years." Whisper crossed her arms across her chest. "Till death do us part darling." "You died, therefore we part." Darius noticed that the sun had finally dropped below the skyline and turned to leave. Whisper watched him go with hatred in her eyes. "Ninety-four years." She hissed after he had closed the door. Whisper walked over to the phone and dialed a number she had memorized at the strip club. One of the patrons had taken an interest in her and she was not about to go without just because Darius had grown tired of her. A female voice answered on the other end. "Hello?" "Hello, is Jake there?" she asked casually. "Yes he is, may I ask who's calling?" "His new girlfriend." The woman on the other end chuckled slightly. "Here he is." "My new girlfriend?" he asked sounding confused. Whisper sat down in an easy chair. "Don't tell me you forgot about me already, we met at the club last night after my asshole husband ditched me for some stripper." "Oh yeah, I remember you now, punk girl with the pink ponytail. What's up?" "He just left for some ho-bag and I'm eager for some revenge, come on over." She gave him directions and hung up the phone. Walking into her bedroom she opened up the closet and pulled out what she was going to wear for her new fuck-buddy. She didn't bother dolling herself up, just painted on some pink eyeliner and brushed herself up with sparkles, strapped on some thigh-high boots, a latex mini and attached a pair of nipple clamps to her tits. The sting of the crushing pressure instantly made her pussy wet and she hoped inwardly that Jake would hurry over. She put on a loose fitting pink tank top and sat on the couch waiting for her lover to arrive. She thought back to the day she and Darius had first met, after her first husband had died. It had been during World War One, she had married her love and he went off to war, like so many others he never returned and she was heart broken. A few days after his death a stranger came to call offering her the love she had lost, lonely she accepted without question, a choice she had lived and died regretting. A knock came to the door and Whisper focused her concentration for a moment at whom it might be. In her mind's eye she could see Jake standing at the door wearing a leather jacket and jeans, the jacket was open revealing the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. Focusing her concentration differently she asked him to come mentally. In his mind he had heard her shout through the door for him to come in, that the door was unlocked so he did. "What took you so long?" Whisper asked from the couch as he entered the room. "Hit a few red lights on the way over, got all dolled up I see." "Hardly, but I did make and extra effort just for you." She lifted the shirt to reveal her bare breasts and the nipple clamps attached to them. "Nice, I like." He walked over to where she sat on the couch and grabbed the chain between the two clamps stretching her tits out as far as the flesh would allow. The stabbing pain intensified ten fold as he pulled on her clamps. She sucked in her breath and arched her back as he pulled her to her feet resisting only as much as she dared to keep her nipples from being ripped free of her body. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back trying to resist the urge to bite into the flesh of his neck and kill him right then and there. He let go of the clamps and held onto her shoulders. "Tease." She tried to catch her breath. "You like pain?" "Yes ma'am." He said staring straight up, she still had a hold of his hair. "Good, you're going to love this." Whisper pulled off his jacket and raked her nails along his back. He cried out from the pain and kissed her passionately running his nails down her back as they kissed. She clutched his hair and pulled on it while digging her fingertips into one shoulder and running her other hand down his torso into his pants to stroke his hard cock. "Fuck foreplay, just fuck me." She demanded. He pushed her back onto the couch and she landed with her legs spread displaying her bare pussy for him to see, he went down on her while he took off his jeans and his shoes, she moaned and writhed in pleasure as he licked her pussy and flicked his tongue around her clit. Once his pants and shoes were free of his body he kneeled in front of her as she guided his cock into her dripping hot sex, it entered easily from her wetness and he began pumping her slowly building up a rhythm and gaining speed steadily. Her mind went wild from desire as he fucked her, she spread her legs s far as she could and grabbed her ankles so he could penetrate deeper and deeper with each thrust. Her moans grew in volume and intensity as he picked up momentum her ecstasy reaching a fever pitch, she wasn't sure how much longer she cold last he was fucking her so good. "Come in my pussy! Fill me with your hot load!" she was breathless about to loose control of herself. "Yes ma'am, Yes MA'AM!" he shouted as he fucked her as hard and fast as he could. "I'm…going…to…come!" she shouted as her orgasm rocked her body filling her every pore with sexual energy, she came long and screamed with each wave of pleasure that passed through her body. He came in the middle of her orgasm filling her pussy with his hot jizz, just as she'd ordered. He was obedient she had to give him that, she decided not to kill him, yet. "Ok, I'm done with you, go home." "Huh? You don't want to enjoy the afterglow?" he asked hurt. "Sorry, I need to see someone for dinner." Joy sat on her couch at home alone confused and afraid. She was still in shock from the weekend unable to cope with what had happened to her. Devon had been in and out of her apartment trying to console her to little success. Joy watched the sun fall towards the horizon out her kitchen window and felt dread well up inside her. He would come back for her, she was sure of that, two nights in a row he had somehow entered her mind and raped and murdered her by drinking her blood dry. She couldn't explain why but she was certain that the "dreams" had not been dreams, had been very much real and she was now a walking corpse or about to be one. She walked around the house aimlessly trying to gather her thoughts. Her hair was a mess her makeup smeared and streaked from crying all night and day and she stunk having not bothered to bathe in the last two days. The club had let her go home after the attack and she called in sick to work at the high-tech firm she worked for. Devon had gone to her boss to explain what had happened over the weekend and he extended her vacation by one week so she could recover. Although she had no income at the moment she was certain her sizable savings could easily cover any expenses. Sitting down on the couch again she stared off into space trying to make sense of what was happening to her. In the last attack she hadn't woken up before dying, she actually had felt her life leave her before Devon had woken her up. In the first attack she had snapped herself out of it just before dying from lack of blood. He had come to the club to finish her off she was sure but how had he replaced the young man she was supposed to be dancing for? She had not imagined the whole thing, she couldn't have, one minute he was Robert, the next minute he was Darius just long enough to seduce her and kill her before running off to parts unknown without anyone being the wiser. So was she dead or was she alive? Her heartbeat, she was breathing and she still got hungry and needed sleep so she figured she had somehow survived the attack. Or had actually come back to life after dying although how was a mystery to her. She felt the need to tell someone, to report Darius for what he had done but how did she report this guy for murder if she was still walking and talking? Not only that but as far as the only witness knew she had simply fallen into some weird kind of trance for a minute, maybe two. The whole attack seemed to last much longer though, maybe she had somehow hallucinated it? Her mind reeling she stood up and walked back into the kitchen to look out the window, the last rays of the setting sun had just disappeared below the horizon raising the fear in her heart. She had to do something to protect herself but what? How did you keep out someone who could invade your very mind? She grabbed her head and began to cry again, slouching onto the floor she curled up into the fetal position and cried until her eyes burned from her rubbing the tears out of them. She was helpless and could nothing about it, not now that the sun had fallen from the sky, her only net of safety was now completely gone. Joy looked at the gathering stars and the darkening sky. Bright orange colors shown from the clouds painting a beautiful skyline over the sunset. Shadows grew in height to eventually engulf the entire city in darkness, a protective blanket for her killer to wander free through, inexorably making his way towards her house. She tried to rack her brain and think of some way to protect herself from this Darius. What could she do? How could she think him out of her mind? How could she fight against that trance he held her in so well that she enjoyed dying? She could think of no answers and as the last rays of sunlight dissipated into complete nightfall her fear grew into panic. If she stayed here she would be easy prey but how could she run from him, he could attack her without even being in the same room, would it matter if she ran? Could distance keep her safe? What about her bride to be, Devon? He knew about her, would she be next if Joy got away? Yes, he already said so. He also mentioned that Joy herself was changing into one of him, a vampire. Another killer to stalk the night and torture helpless victims like she was being tortured right now. That more than anything was what bothered her about the whole exchange. Was it too late for her? Was she going to become a brutal killer like Darius was? If so Devon was probably better off if Joy ran away to never return, otherwise she might become Joy's first victim. The first of how many, and how would her disposition change if she was to become a vampire? Would she become heartless and cruel? Would she stop caring about human life and kill indiscriminately as if she was swatting flys? She couldn't bear the thought of loosing her humanity or compassion to this creature, if Darius was turning her into one of him and he was right she was doomed to a life of death. Joy looked around the apartment and noticed for the first time that it was completely dark she hadn't turned any of the lights on while the sun was setting. Still crouched on the kitchen floor she simply curled up tighter resting her head on the tips of her knees and wrapped her tear soaked robe around her otherwise naked body. She was too terrified to think much less get up and turn on the lights in the house. Not like it would do any good, man-made light did nothing to vampires so why bother? She might not even see him coming and therefore, not even know she had died this time. She wondered about her changing though, it might explain the new sensitivity to sunlight and the comment Heaven had made about her being pale. She had once had a light tan all over her body. Not dark but definitely not pale, at the time she simply figured she had lost what little tan she had from the chill of winter but now she began to think again. If she really was becoming a vampire that would definitely be one symptom of her body dying. She stood up and looked out the window into the night wondering where he was, if he was jacking off to the memories of killing her or if he had found a new victim, his work done on her. If so she had some measure of relief from him, but not what was to become of her, it was all too frightening for her to think about. And what about the pink haired girl he had entered the club with? She had obviously not liked Joy on sight and seemed even more upset after the attack although that could have been because of what Darius had done to her instead of anything about her specifically. He had dumped her for Joy after all so she could totally understand why the pink girl was so upset. She stood up and dropped the robe from her body walking over to a full-length mirror. Turning on a hall light she examined her nude body carefully. She was awfully pale but otherwise had retained her athletic form gained from years in the gym working out with Francine. She checked her neck and shoulder for any signs of wounds but saw only smooth milky skin, no scarring, no marks, nothing. She walked over to the bathroom and washed her face trying to get the ruined makeup off. Not because she cared about her appearance she simply needed something to do, Devon had to work at the club that night and Francine was out of town with her husband so she was alone again that night. Because of that she was caught completely by surprise when someone knocked on the door. Joy froze water dripping from her face into the sink, after a couple of minutes whoever was at the door knocked again. It isn't Darius she thought to herself, he never knocked, why should he, he could enter her very mind? Slowly she put on her robe and by the third knock had answered the door, the pink haired girl stood on the other side smiling warmly, genuinely. "I'm sorry about the other night, I wasn't mad at you, I was just mad." "You." Joy whispered, frozen in fear. "Jesus, he did a number on you didn't he?" she said, examining Joy through the crack in the door. "What do you want?" Joy was about to slam the door and call the cops, for all the good it would have done. "I want to talk." She answered quietly. "I don't believe you." "If you close that door on me I will leave and never return. If you invite me in I will not harm you in any way, you have my word, I only want to tell you what's been happening to you." Joy considered for a moment the girl's offer. She had given Joy her word that she would not be harmed if she invited the girl in, normally that would have been good enough for her but things were not normal at the time. "What about Darius?" Joy asked, still quaking in fear. "He can't harm you while I'm here. Do you want to know the truth? What's really happening to your body?" Joy thought for a moment longer and then stepped back to let the pink haired girl in. After she walked in Joy closed the door believing she had just closed the door on her life and opened the door to her new future as a vampire. Changing Ch. 04 Joy led the way over to the couch not taking her eyes off the pink haired killer now inside her apartment. The woman's fangs were plainly visible in her mouth and she looked around as if admiring the art hanging in a museum. "I don't have any blood here for you." Joy said to break the silence. "Sure you do, eight quarts to be exact." the woman turned to Joy smiling wickedly. "But who's counting?" "What did you want to tell me?" Joy asked fear cracking her voice. Nervously she sat on the couch while the woman sat on the opposite end. For a moment they just stared at each other in the dark living room and Joy got the distinct impression she was being sized up. "I'm sorry about my reaction to you the other night, Darius has a way of bringing out those kind of emotions in me as of late. He decided quite a while ago that I was no longer of any interest to him." "Who are you?" Joy asked her voice low. "I'm called Whisper. My real name is lost to history even to my own memory. Darius saw to that. I can only hope now that I am rid of his influence that I can re-gain some semblance of identity." "Are you here to tell me how to kill him?" Whisper laughed humorlessly. "I could do that myself with hardly the effort I just don't feel like putting it forth. You're the only one who needs to worry about him here." "So what am I becoming?" Joy could hold it in no longer, she had to know what was happening to her. "Not one of me. I don't know to be perfectly honest, Darius has transcended us or so he believes. He has become a demon of sorts although not a true demon. Demons can only exist in spiritual form on this plane." "What is he doing to me?" Joy burst out. "So many questions. Since this is going to take a while do you mind if I smoke?" "Go ahead Devon smokes in here all the time." "But you don't?" Whisper raised an eyebrow as she pulled a cigarette and lighter from her purse. Joy handed her a nearby ashtray. "For the ones you love you make sacrifices." Joy watched Whisper's surprise grow on her face as she lit up her smoke. "Let me guess, you're a vampire that is so old you've forgotten how to love?" "Hardly, the final piece of the puzzle just fell into place. Who is Devon? Is he your fiance?" "She, yes." "Ahh Darius knows this I'm sure. Something else to use against you." "Devon?" Joy whispered. "Shes fine for now hes searching for other prey. More importantly, what are we going to do about you?" "We?" "The vampires. Humans can't be changed unless they are willing to, they only change partly but it always fades away over time. Darius seems to have found a way around that." Whisper inhaled a long drag of the smoke and let it float from her mouth naturally. With no need to take in breath the smoke lazily made its way from her lungs of its own accord. "So I'm becoming a demon like Darius?" Joy fought back tears as the truth hit her like a sledgehammer. "You're far into the change but its different in you somehow. Its hard to explain but if you were changing into a vampire I'd know exactly what was going on with you, right now I don't. As far as stopping it, its too late, I'm sorry." "No you aren't." Joy hissed. "Actually I am. You've got a long road ahead of you with no end in sight. Literally. Anyway, we've gotten off track Darius is probably the most dangerous creature out there to human beings. He has developed the power to enter into a human's mind and feed off whatever it is he feeds off of. You see Darius sold his soul to a demon named Lucifer." "He sold his soul to the devil?" Joy looked at Whisper in disbelief. "Not the one devil, no such thing. Lucifer, Satan, Devil, they're all out there but they aren't one being. See you need to understand one thing about them, they're just a demon like any other demon you may run into. Just because they're the most well known and have been around the longest don't mean shit. They only have power over you if you give it to them. Thats what I came here to tell you. If you want to beat Darius, if you want to kill him just imagine it and believe that it will happen." "He can hold me into a trance, he can paralize me..." "All in your mind." Whisper leaned in close to Joy so close they were almost nose to nose. Joy could smell the smoke from the cigarette in Whisper's breath, what there was of it and she could feel something else. A coldness that she had never felt before, the cold of death. "You're not alive." it was more a question than a statement. "Soon, you won't be either. No matter what. But if I were you, instead of becoming one of Darius, I'd become one of us." "No, I don't want to be either." Joy pulled back from Whisper and curled up on the other end of the couch in the fetal position. Whisper slid in close to her, so close their bodies touched and this time, Joy felt the coldness of death on her skin. It sucked the warmth from her body with a speed no freezer could manage. "Get away!" to her surprise Whisper pulled back to the far end of the couch, mashed out her cigarette and sat waiting for Joy to speak. For a minute or two Joy sat taking in all that had been said trying to make sense of it. All she really managed to absorb was that she was dying, changing, becoming something else but neither her nor Whisper knew what. "What should I do?" Joy asked after a long silence. "I can't tell you that. All I can tell you is that you have one chance now to change what's coming. One chance to remove Darius from your life forever are you going to take it?" "By letting you change me into a vampire instead of a partial demon?" "If you change into a demon at all, most likely you'll just die at Darius hands and Devon with you." "I can't beat him as a human can I?" "Probably though it won't be easy. But as a vampire he'll be easy pickings. He has little real power over vampires." Joy sat on the couch thinking for a long time. Whisper smoked another cigarette while Joy thought finishing it by the time she was done. It would take another cigarette for Joy to make her decision. Heaven walked around the growing crowd trying to keep track of the orders that were piling up. Her arms had almost healed and she could feel the itching of scabs forming under the bandages. Soon she'd be back on stage making real money again. The lure of the club was strong for Heaven, she enjoyed the danger of it being exposed to complete strangers watching her naked body as she danced on stage for their pleasure. For now she was just some waitress desperately trying to serve drinks to the throng who paid her about as much notice as a child paid to a dying ant on the sidewalk. When she had finally served the final order she walked around trying to get some more orders before taking a break. As soon as she'd sat down though a familiar man walked up to her. "I was wondering if you could fulfill my dreams sweetheart." the man asked smiling, Heaven couldn't help but smile. "I'd like a private dance." "I'd love to help you I really would but I'm sidelined." Heaven held up her arms showing the bandages. "You wouldn't want to see me in all my cut-up glory." "You sure sweetheart? Even bandaged like that you're still the most beautiful girl in here." Heaven finally recognized him as the man who had been with Joy the night she flipped out. Oddly she didn't feel the least bit threatened by him. She blushed and finally gave in. "Let me ask the boss, its forty bucks for the dance." Her boss gave her the ok and she walked into the back to change. She decided to wear a top that would cover her arms but she could pull up over her tits so he could play with them. That and the shortest skirt in her wardrobe completed the outfit that she wore into the private room. The customer was patiently waiting for her to arrive, he took up most of the only lounge chair in the room. Heaven sat on his lap waiting for the next song. "So aren't you Firehawk's friend?" "Yeah, what happened to her?" his voice carried genuine concern. "I don't know, she checked out and I haven't heard from her since, I hope shes ok." "I'm sure she will be." the next song started and Heaven began to dance on his lap, she told him to undress her but not to pull her top off, she wanted to keep her bandages covered. His hands roamed all over her body massaging her tits and pulling her skirt down to her ankles, she kicked it off and stood in front of him leaning over him to press her tits against his face. One of his hands played with her nipple while the other made its way between her legs, anyone else and she would have pulled his hand away but she had no desire to do so with this man. She felt perfectly comfortable with him as if he had been her lover for years. Moaning softly Heaven turned to sit back on the man's lap and he held both of her tits playing with her nipples and kneading the soft flesh of her love mounds seductively. Without thinking about what she was doing she moved one of her hands into his pants using her wrist to push open the snap of his jeans and open his zipper. Stroking his rapidly growing cock she breathed heavily and writhed on top of him, he began playing with her pussy again driving her wild with lust. The song ended and Heaven asked if he wanted another dance, he said yes and she continued stroking him as he finger-fucked her and sucked on one of her tits. Sitting up and turning around she pulled his pants down and took him into her mouth without so much as a second thought. She had never done anything like this with any other customer but she couldn't help herself. Something about him drove her wild with horny desire, desire that she intended to see through till the end. The customer was more than happy to oblige her, he grabbed a hold of her hair and helped her slid her mouth up and down the shaft of his dick, she moved her tongue all around teasing the tip of it whenever her head was high enough and doing her best to deep throat him when he pushed her head down around him as far as it would go. The customer moaned and groaned as she teased his cock and finally pulled her off of him. Another song had passed and Heaven stood up and leaned against the far wall spreading her legs. Darius knelt down behind her and began running his tongue around her sex lapping up all her juices and teasing her clit. Occasionally he would slid his tongue inside of her driving her wild. Loud moans and some soft shrieks escaped her mouth as she neared orgasm, his tongue was magic in her pussy. Just at the moment when she felt she was going to explode all over his face he stopped and sat back on the chair, quickly before her passion had a chance to die down she stepped back and sat on his lap again. He teased her pussy with his dick before entering her slowly pushing himself all the way up to the hilt. Just the motion of him entering her made her want to come again and she sat with him inside of her trying to push herself back from the brink. Heaven rode him slowly at first and gained rythum as her passion took over her actions. He filled her up completely almost stretching her open even more than she ever had. Her head thrown back onto his shoulder she grabbed the arms of the chair and held on as tightly as she could as he fucked her. She was going crazy with lust and could feel her orgasm reaching a fever pitch, she couldn't control herself and no longer wanted to, she came all over him as he slammed her down onto him over and over. Her body shuddered and squirmed on top of as wave after wave of passion passed over her. Her orgasm subsided and he stood her up again, bending over at the waist she guided his into her pussy from behind so he could fuck her doggy-style. Holding tightly onto her hips Darius slammed his cock into her repeatedly grunting with each stroke, her cries of passion also grew in volume as he fucked her, she didn't seem to care if anyone outside of the room heard them or not she was so caught up in the sex she could think of nothing else. Their fucking grew in speed and intensity as Heaven began to feel herself about to come again, grunts from Darius told her he was near the peak as well she tried to hold back long enough for him to come first. His thrusts continued to grow in speed and strength as he fucked her right to the edge and right when she thought she could back no longer he pulled himself out and exploded onto her ass shooting spurt after spurt of hot jizz. She released her self control and came again soaking herself with her own come and practically screaming. Finished and spent Heaven collapsed to the floor underneath Darius and moved in close to kiss him. He brushed her hair aside and leaned over to kiss her neck but before he could a voice rang out from nowhere. "Is this a private party or can I join in?" Heaven froze and looked at Joy in disbelief. She had never even heard Joy enter the room. "He's a good fuck isn't he Heaven?" "How did you get in here?" Darius spat angrily. He held tightly onto Heaven who was now trying to stand up but couldn't because of him. "I opened the door, they don't lock." "Let go of me!" Heaven ordered. Darius maintained his grip but Heaven managed to wriggle free anyway. She dressed hurriedly and stood away from Darius. "That was four songs." she said breathlessly trying to re-gain her composure. Darius looked at like her she was crazy. "Pay the woman." Joy ordered. Darius obeyed and pushed his way out of the room. Joy closed the door after he left and sat in the chair in the room. "You're starting to pick up my bad habits." "Joy please don't tell anyone I don't want to get in trouble." Joy held up her hand and smiled. "You didn't do anything I haven't done a hundred times, don't worry your secrets safe with me." Heaven breathed a sigh of relief. "He didn't bite you did he?" Heaven looked at him confused. "No why?" "You don't want to know, go back to serving drinks I'll take care of him." Darius stormed from the club angry that he had been interrupted and walked out to his car only to find that a woman was standing next to it. "What do you want Whisper?" "Come now can't a girl say goodbye to the husband thats leaving her after ninety-four years?" she cocked her head to one side and exaggerated a frown. "I've already said goodbye, I thought you had a plane to catch?" "Not for two more days." "Fine goodbye." He pushed her aside and opened the door to his car. Whisper leaned close into his ear. "Goodbye Darius." she said with as much malice as she could muster. Darius stopped. "What is that supposed to mean?" "Nothing." Whisper walked away from him leaving him standing next to the over-priced sports car he had driven to the club. As she walked away he noticed Joy was walking towards him. "I see." he said closing the door again. "My prey has returned." "I'm not your prey anymore asshole. Whisper there told me something very important about you and about what you've been trying to do to me." "Did she now?" he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "And what was that?" "That everything you've done to me has all been in my mind. Thats how you attacked me and killed me, only I never died at all." "So true, but the after-effects I assure you are very real." "Are they now? I don't believe you." Darius reached forward to touch her and she smacked his arms away, pain like he had never felt before rang through his arms, he screamed. "A little sensitive? Your power is all in your mind Darius but my mind is my turf and when you step into it you're fucking with the wrong girl." She punched him in the stomach knocking him onto his ass. "How are you doing this?" he spit blood onto the ground. "The same way you've been dong this to me. Me and my best friend have been taking Tai-Chi since we started working together, our minds are the equivalent of Fort Knox to you." She grabbed his chin and lifted his eyes to meet hers. "If I ever see you again you son-of-a-bitch I'll finish this beating and take all the power you have and more and leave you to rot for the crows." Darius couldn't speak, he just stared at the woman he once preyed upon now holding all his power in her hands. Seconds later her form dissipated into the night mist leaving him alone in the parking lot. Devon returned home to find Joy waiting for her on her front doorstep. Devon hadn't seen her in three days, not since the vampire had come to visit. Her lover was still human as far as she knew but the fact that Joy was visiting her at night didn't lift her spirits. "Where have you been?" it was impossible to keep the anger from her voice. "I don't expect you to forgive me but I just came to say goodbye." Joy stood to face Devon, tears welling up in her eyes. "Its not safe for you to be around me." "So you are changing?" she said sadly. Joy pulled the hair away from her neck to reveal two small holes left behind from Whisper's visit. "It was either this or whatever Darius was. He overcame my body's natural resistance to the bite somehow." "So why do you have to leave me? Why can't you stay? You're not a killer Joy you never will be." Devon walked up to Joy and wrapped her arms around her waist. "Yet." Joy whispered. "Ever." Devon began to cry. "Its not in you you can't do it." "I don't have a choice anymore." Joy pleaded. "Yes you do, you can do it Joy if you let me help you. I'm not afraid of you and I never will be I know what kind of person you really are." Joy and Devon embraced and cried on each other's shoulders for a few minutes. "I don't know what to do anymore." Joy finally confessed. "We'll figure it out trust me." They walked inside Devon's apartment and spent the rest of the night talking about their future.