4 comments/ 6421 views/ 3 favorites The Vampire Isabella By: Morbid_Saint [ This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities whether it be person, place or thing are entirely coincidental. ] [C] Copyright 2009 * Alone in the darkness. It's your blood I crave. Sitting here, helpless. A victim of my own free will. I remember once, I was human. I loved. I felt love. I've wanted to cry for many nights over heartache. Feelings, I miss them so. I gave my last breath to an otherworldly being. A man who came into my life, and filled my soul with pleasures unimaginable, before taking that very soul away from me. I remember my last living breath. The tears in my eyes. That was another time. My name is Isabella, and I am an Empress. I was once. I have taken liberty upon myself to fight against a vast army of creatures of the night. This was my life. + 1 + Many years ago, I fell in between what seemed to have been a never-ending battle between the living, and the damned. I carried with me my trusted bow, and a sword that clung to my side by strap. Not heavy, but light in its glory. I was called to a village between the mountains. There, an army of vampires gathered, and I along with my men traveled to fight them. I felt unstoppable, and my body felt no pain as I put to rest the lost souls in my path. "He is here," I spoke to my men, "I know he is here." I finished, gripping the sword at my side. The man, which was not a man at all, I spoke of was the legions second in command. Somehow, his presence connected with mine, and I could feel his body shiver in fear. I too, felt fear, and it was not like me. "You will not defeat me!" a voice echoed in our surroundings. It seemed to come from everywhere, and right in the middle of us. "You will never defeat me!" the voice repeated. As I took a step forward with my sword, my eyes darted aimlessly at nothing. Snow was falling, and at each sound, I turned to look. The snow began to blow hard against my face, covering the visuals of the earth from my sight. Out of nowhere, Marco, the second to Sebastian, leaped as he swung his sword, connecting with my own. As both armies howled, Marco thrust his sword towards me, missing my face head on as I flipped back and swung mine in return slicing two of his fingers from his left hand. He made a dash for a hut, and I ran after him, aware that I may walk into a trap at any time. I held my position for seconds, as those seconds felt like eternity. I held my breath, and released, walking inside and holding my sword in front, waiting for him to strike. From a corner, he jumped out, and I swung my sword, decapitating the demon, and claiming victory. I had won this time, but next, I may not be so lucky. Walking from out of the small hut, I gripped his head in my left fist. The army of vampires looked upon it, growling at the wind and cursing me in vain. "Take this!" I said to them, "And tell your master I am coming for him." My hand tossed the pale head in front of their feet. Without collecting, they ran off into the distance and disappeared behind clouds of snow. It grew dark early that night. My men struggled for shelter, as we made haste to the next town. Our weary bodies barely making the journey. + 2 + The towns pub was filled with patrons of all shapes, sizes, and professions. It was cold, and drinks were passed along by the dozens as they filled their bellies to temporarily feel warm from the chill. I passed on drinks myself, staying rather attentive to my surroundings. "How about a dance, lovely?" A drunken man asked standing before me, angry it seems at my lack of a quick response. "What is the matter? Am I not good for you....Empress?" My men drew their swords, and I uttered, "No! I will dance with him." I flashed a smile, and the man smiled deviously in return, thinking I may fuck if he played his cards right. He led me to the center of the floor, and placed his arms around my waist. I slowly put my arms over his shoulders. We danced to the sounds of violins. They filled the night air, and I fell into a temporary spell. My senses were blind to everything as if I was drunken myself. It was a rush, but also dangerous if we were to fall victim to an attack. The man was not a big man. His hair matted to his head, and eyes hollow as if he was near death. His cheek bones pressed under his skin making near death seem past tense. He wore, however, fitting clothes, and not rags. A thief, maybe. "Let me take you to a room, where you may pleasure me, my dear," the man said to me, holding a twisted smile. "I can see you know how to treat a lady," I thought sarcastically to myself. I thought, "What the hell?" and answered him, "Yes." He tried to kiss me at that moment, but I turned away, and walked upwards 15 stairs to the second floor suites. To the contrary, they were not suites at all, but a house of ill repute. A brothel if you will. Ladies of many faces, and color looked on as I led him to a room in the back. It was indeed empty, open only for paying customers who bring their own women. He pushed shut the door behind him and slipped his belt from its loop, opening his pants and slipping his rigid cock out for my eyes to see. I wasn't impressed, but kept that bit of detail all to myself. "I'm gonna fuck you like the whore you really are!" the man growled as he stroked the flesh of his penis. "I see. And you think I will let you?" I answered, almost daring him to make a move. I unfastened my top, and let my tits spill out, making his eyes leap from the sockets in hunger. "I'm not afraid of you," He muttered, still peeking at my tits. I felt so hot at that very moment, and I unfastened my long black hair from its hold, and let it drop. He wrapped his bony hands around his shaft and stroked it hard, falling back onto the bed provided, and hand fucked himself rough. It was not exactly a sexy sight to my eyes, yet, my pussy quivered for it. His cock. Any cock really. This man just so happened to approach me at the right time. I did the first thing that came to my mind. I placed my sword to his throat, and made him lick my soaking hole between my thighs. Actually, that was all I wanted from him. Nothing else, for in my eyes, he wasn't worth the lay. His tongue pierced my pussy and drank the juices I came. "Oh, lick me harder!" I begged, feeling the tingle run up and down my body. My cunt was very sensitive when it came to someone eating my pussy. I rubbed my clitoris hard as he licked and slurped my juicy center, fucking me with his tongue harder and harder. He grabbed my hand, and placed it onto his cock. I jerked him off, only for doing me a wondrous favor. As I lay back onto the bed covers, he slipped his fingers into my cunt, and I felt myself tighten as my pink middle pulled them in. "Oh, what the hell?" I whispered, and flipped around next to him, sucking his dick off hard, as I made sure he kept sucking my clitoris and more. My tongue licked up his shaft from within my mouth, and he gave in to the pleasure, releasing a shot of semen into my mouth. It wasn't much, but I took it in either way. I didn't swallow his load, but instead, spit it into his mouth as I kissed him. I'm not sure if he was pleased at the gesture, but he smiled anyways. "For your troubles, whore!" He hollered out, tossing coins at my tits as they fell off to the floor. I drew my sword from its sheath, and stuck it to his Adam's apple. I pressed in, almost piercing the flesh and cutting him open. "That was lovely," I smiled wickedly, and let him go as he scampered down the stairs cursing at me from afar. As I finished dressing myself, I wrapped my sword tight to me, and headed out from the room to the hall. The small crowd was cheering, and the whores who dwelt here smiled as a dirty man fled. I gave order for my men to feast, and fuck as much as they'd like. As I did so, I wrapped up my hair to the back of my head. We were put up in a few rooms at the Inn across the way. Some men stood guard, and some took advantage of the pleasures awaiting inside the small saloon. I took my own room, away from my men. It's not that I don't trust any to be with me at night. But, I am a lady after all, and an Empress, so I must separate myself when it comes to sins of the flesh. As many cheered in the distance, I fell fast asleep while my door remained guarded. + 3 + I woke from sleep, and felt cold. My body shivered in the night air. Strange, as I was covered with a thick blanket. My head feeling rather dizzy, as I stood and made my way to the door. I put my hand on the knob and pulled it open. It was dark and empty outside. My guards were nowhere to be seen. They know not to leave me by myself. It was different. There were no signs of life around, and a chill other than that of the wind pierced my skin and ran its course through my spine. Whispers lingered in the wind that blew, and I searched in all directions hoping to find its source. Nothing. I went back in to the room, and grabbed my sword. Tightening it to my waist, I drew the sword from its hold and walked around looking for answers. "Isabella..." The voice trailed off in the distance. I followed it down a small pathway. The moon was high and trees rustled as the winds picked up. Faces came and gone in the darkness, and I felt as though I were being watched. I paused dead in my tracks, and saw a grisly sight. Bodies ripped apart hung from trees, and others impaled on sticks. My heart beat fast inside my chest, and I slowly walked further into the remains of those once living. I froze in my place. A hand waved in front of me, and a dark presence held me close. "Isabella..." It called to me in a raspy voice. "I've been watching you, Isabella," The voice continued sounding more human. I turned around and drew my sword, but nobody was there. I turned in all directions, but nothing. I lowered my sword, and invited this presence to reveal itself. "Show yourself!" I screamed into the night. "Let me see who you really are!" The figure walked towards me. Ghostly at first, but materialized into a man with medium length dark hair, pale skin and sad eyes. He wore a long robe, almost like a coat, and he looked on at me. I felt my body weaken, like I had been drugged, and was finding myself slipping away into a spell. He wrapped his arms around me, and I blacked out. I woke from time to time, always slipping back into darkness. I saw villages below me, and then clouds. + 4 + I awoke some time later in a room with red curtains, and a fire blazed in the fireplace. It was warm, and I wore a dress. My hair fitted with jewels, and my dress made of silk. As I looked on, two women lay before me. They had a devilish look upon their faces, almost like jealousy. Whispers were spoken between them, and some came from around the room. In walked the man I had seen earlier. The same sad eyes looked upon my body. I felt trapped, but continued to look at those eyes. "Do you know who I am?" He asked me. "You are not Sebastian," I muttered. "No, I am not," He responded. "You are Dracula," I managed a whisper, as he approached me. "Yes. I am Dracula," He said to me. My body not cold, but tense as he sat beside me. "I have lived here behind these walls for a long time," He told me. "Was it you that took my men?" I asked him feeling hatred as I spoke. "Was it you who ripped apart the people of that town? Answer me!" I screamed at him as I smacked his face. "It was not!" He thrust me back against the wall, anger in his eyes. The girls across from me laughed at my suffering. However, I was put down as Dracula pressed me to his chest. It was strange, as I heard nothing. Not a heart beating. Nothing. "Annette? Lynn?" He spoke to the two women. "Do you hunger for her?" He asked them. Annette and Lynn crawled towards me, looking sad in their own ways, but almost as if they were happy that they were invited for the taste of strong blood. "Take care of her well," He ordered them. He walked away, disappearing around a corner. Annette slid a finger into my hole, as the feeling was half pleasurable. Her body, as well as Lynn's had changed from dark, to almost human. "Don't worry, my dear," Lynn spoke, "We will take care of you," She smiled. Lynn removed her long dress, baring her body. Her breasts were petite, and as I looked down, her mound was covered lightly in red hairs. She began to lick me all over while Annette continued to finger inside me. I was beginning to loosen up, as my vagina slowly became wet at each stroke. Annette removed her finger and Lynn rest in between my thighs. My pants were slowly pulled away as I took off my top. I was naked of course, but not vulnerable. As I lay back, Lynn slid her tongue into my wet slit, and began to lick away my juices. Annette removed her dress as well, revealing larger breast, and a wondrous bare mound. As my pussy was licked and savored, Annette raised herself in front of my face. I licked her center, and a certain, unknown, but sweet taste tickled my taste buds. She began to rub up and down, humping my face as I orally fucked her. The pleasure was bold, and I came into Lynn's mouth. "Mmm, sweet," She said to me, "But I crave your blood even more," She admitted. Dracula returned, walking slowly towards me. He removed his clothing, and I saw his thick penis ready for love. Both girls backed away, as he slid onto me, and placed his penis inside, slipping in quick. My pussy wrapped around his cock, and pulled him tight. He ran his tongue around my neck, penetrating my hole as he did so. I was unable to move, but, it was alright. His touch was intimate in its darkness. My body convulsed and I quivered as I came again. As my body was ravaged, and pleasured, he bit into the side of my neck. The invitation was open, as Annette and Lynn walked towards my body. Taking both of my arms in each of their hands, they bit into my wrists. They drank slowly, as if making love to the wounds. Dracula looked sadly into my eyes, and offered life apart from death. I could not respond, as I lay there, feeding three the last drops of blood I had. Biting into his own wrist, he placed the open wound near my mouth. "Drink," He said to me. "Drink my blood, and be reborn," My eyes were fading into the dark, but I obliged. Taking him and drinking from his blood. It was bitter to taste, but, an energy sprang through my veins. Life seemed to return to me, and my eyes seen perfectly clear in front of me. He removed his wrist from my lips and kissed me. My naked body still lay exposed. Pain was what I felt at that very moment. My heart was weak and I could vaguely remember the last beat of my heart. The sadness I also felt. At the same confused moment, I felt love for this dear man. This creature, who took my life, and gave it back to me. I was too weak to speak anymore, and I blacked out. When I awoke, I was all alone. I wasn't in the same place, on a bed, undressed. My body wore my old clothes, and I was in the cabin where I was before. I vowed to find him. To search for the one who made me what I am. I knew I had turned. I already began to crave the blood of the living. I was damned. I was now, a vampire. + 5 + The year was 1989, and I had been traveling many a night. Chasing ghosts perhaps, but nevertheless, a lead was a lead. The New York subway was dark, and the last train had already passed. There was a short time before the next, and I sat on a bench. The lights flickered, and my surroundings were normal. I felt that it may have been a waste of time, but something caught my eyes. In the corner, a homeless man lay, bleeding from his throat, and on the verge of death himself. He pleaded with me, to help him. I did the only thing I could do, and I broke his neck, killing him instantly. Death would not let me bare tears, so I stood by his side. The darkness seemed to close in on me, and I could feel someone close by. I carried with me a pistol that I learned to use, as my sword was still at my side. "Show yourself," I called out. Laughter peeled throughout the station, and I was surprised when the figure did. I couldn't see any face, as the attacks were swift. A hand swiped at my top, ripping a large hole in it. I shot at the figure and it dropped to the side. I walked closer towards it, and the figure stay in place. I noticed that the figure was that of a woman. "Annette?" I called out. The bullet had pierced her heart and she was dying fast. "Where is he?" I asked her. "I do not know," She replied. "But, he is coming for you," She finished, as she took her last breath, and died again. I cannot say that I was glad to be rid of her. In fact, I felt pain. Pain, without a tear to cry. Walking away, I took one last glimpse at her. As I made way for the stairs, the train roared to a halt. Passengers that parted from the doors screamed in horror. By then, I had gone. + 6 + 2007 came fast, and I was weary. I reflected on many years that passed, and I wanted death to come and take me. I was dead already. An immortal walking this earth feeding on humans and ending their mortal lives. The blood was salty, but sweet on my tongue. The more I drank, the more I wanted. How can this be? I always asked that question. Was there a higher power that chose to condemn me to a dark servitude? I once believed in a God. Now, no longer. The Scenery had changed. Music, styles of dress, and people. As I sat on a park bench one evening, two men approached me, and one opened his coat, pulling a blade on me. The other man laughed as he did so. It was clear what they wanted, and I, was going to give it to them. The man with the blade grabbed me by my top, and pulled me away from the seat where I was. The other man pulled down his pants, and showed me his penis. As I had a knife to my throat, the man had slid down my body, tearing articles of clothing away. I let him. Sure, I knew that I was a much stronger creature than he, but, I still rather enjoyed sins of the flesh. My cunt was open for display to the two men. The larger man with the knife sucked hard on my nipples, as the other slid his long tongue inside of me. It was really amusing. By all means, pleasurable. However, by them in return being prey is arousing. My pussy was penetrated forcefully with the tongue of one. My nipples became erect. I let out a moan. "Oh, I think she likes it," one called out to the other. Images began swirling around inside my head. Faces in the dark appeared, and I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I was not alone here any longer. I was too deep in thought, and dreaming of long nights, and forgotten pleasures, that I hadn't noticed I was being penetrated deep with both of their cocks. The strange part about it was, I had ejaculated, and my vagina was gushing with juices. As the men took turns cumming inside my pussy hole, I lay there drifting off, feeling almost human again. "Thanks for the fuck!" One of the two shouted down at me. A feeling of pain came over me. I knew this pain before. Sadness, and tears streamed down my face. The pleasure that the men had gave to me, although minimal, was good. I shed tears because for once in ages, I was hurt by what someone had to say. Instead of taking their lives, I let them go. I did not feel the thirst. I lay there alone, naked on the ground. I still felt eyes surround me. From the darkness, a small figure crept slowly towards me. I recognized the face, that of which belonged to a woman I knew. Lynn. She looked down at me, then up towards the two men who had their way with me. I was out, as darkness took over. Before I fell into a sleep, I heard screams. + 7 + I awoke later in a bed. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed Lynn laying beside me. Her eyes met mine, and she kissed my forehead softly. "What.....what happened to me?" I asked. Lynn looked at me, then turned away producing a warm wet cloth, and placing it over my head. I closed my eyes. The Vampire Isabella "It was not him who made you," She spoke to me. "It was me." "How?" I asked, curious. "When Dracula was looking away, I gave you three droplets of my blood," She continued. "You did not know it yourself. Annette knew, but for an unknown reason, never told." "Does he know?" I asked, feeling numerous emotions. "No, he does not." "Am I human again?" "Yes. I released you. I watched you for so long," She spoke. "I waited for the right time to show myself to you. I mean you no harm." "I believe you," I responded, feeling weary. Lynn lay next to me, and kept me safe over several nights. Through the days, she hid in the darkness. It was both a joy to me, but a sadness to be able to see the sun again. I drifted off into a perfect sleep. + 8 + As I awoke, it was dark outside. Lynn lay naked against me. She moved to see me waken. Pulling her close to me, I kissed her lips. My tongue licked hers as they romanced each others. I removed what little clothing I had on, and began to kiss her body softly. My tongue licked down her stomach, and inserted into her hole. I could feel her body shiver in excitement. My hands grasped her buttocks, and I pulled her into me. She turned herself around against me, and penetrated me with her tongue. I cooed as she did so. By just a few strokes with her tongue, my pussy came. Her face covered with sweet sticky juices. I continued to lick her deep, and she moaned loud to signal her pleasure. As we licked each others cunts and tasted each other, we gave in, collapsing on the bed. I was still weary from ages of unrest. I fell into sleep again. + 9 + The sounds of the bell in the tower filled the air of a dark night. Lynn was no longer beside me, but slumped inside of a cushion spot near the corner. She appeared to truly be weak. Her skin more pale than before. I decided to return her the favor which she had bestowed upon me. She had given me life back, and I shall help her to live still. I raised from my place in bed, and walked hurriedly towards her. By then, I had already slit open my palm, and bled myself with large droplets on her lips. She moved slightly, and she began to open her mouth farther. I pressed my hand closer to her mouth, and she drank from me. Her force was fierce, but her response and her carefulness was astonishing. The blood of my body exited my wound, and dripped down her waiting throat. Her hunger had been satisfied, and her loyalty had been proven. That was the day that I fell deeply for my beloved, Lynn. She became a protector in my still weakened state, and we became lovers among vampires and humans alike. For time we hid inside her home, waiting for myself and her to become well. Laying in her bed, we faced each other, and stared completely into one and others eyes. Her eyes, they seemed to change colors, like the leaves on a tree as the seasons change. My heart pushed against the walls of my chest, and sometimes I couldn't breathe. The pains, however, had subsided, and after much time, I was well again. Lynn, had recovered, and for some nights, had once again found prey near the woods. Although she had no choice but to feast on that of a human, she chose the ones that were soon to face judgment soon enough. My taste for food had returned back to the basics. Cooked meats, bread, and wine. The taste was not like I had remembered, but, filling and satisfying. I hoped to find a way to return her back to her human state, but the possibility had seemed not so likely. I knew though, that this is what I wanted, and I knew what had to be done. + 10 + We had traveled for six nights, stopping for shelter and rest from the sun. On the seventh night, the moon turned red, and was full in the sky. It had been many years since I hunted vampires. I have killed many, became one, was returned to my human state, and forgotten most of what I knew and felt. Lynn had picked up on things right away. "We are being followed," She said low, but enough to startle me. "By whom?" I had asked in return. "Not by whom," She continued, "But by what," She finished, looking at me. A cold chill ran down the center of my spine, and I prepared myself for what might come. "It is a Lycanthrope," Her eyes opened to match my own. "The first of all Lycans," She said to me. My gaze was strong toward hers. "I thought that they, and he too were a myth," I responded. "The legend is real?" "Yes." "How do we kill it?" I asked. "It is too powerful, and I'm afraid that it is too strong to be defeated," She spoke. "The only possible way to avoid the beast is to destroy Dracula." "How can we kill him?" I asked, preparing for what was to come, and knowing the outcome may not be so pleasant. "In Dracula's castle, I had seen an old wooden box. Inside the box there is a medallion. It is no ordinary medallion, as it contains the souls of the damned. My soul is forever prisoner inside the dark jewel that centers the medallion," She said to me. "You must destroy it." "How?" "It must be placed in the light of the sun." "That is all?" I asked her, confused of all I was being told. "Yes," She answered me. "Why haven't you done this yourself?" "That is a silly question," She laughed low amongst herself. I felt my cheeks blush and realized that she was right. "Besides, a vampire can never destroy the medallion," She said to me, now in a serious tone. "If one was to try, his soul will remain forever locked inside. He will never be free from his prison." "I see," I answered, understanding more as she told me. "Isabella," She touched my shoulder, "Although it is you that must do this, you must know that there is also a chance I could die too." I did not say a word, but held her close and kissed her lips. + 11 + I remember as I slept, that old familiar dream haunted my thoughts. Dracula himself making love to me on a crimson blanket. The blood of the departed filled a goblet, and candles lit all around the room. He beckoned me to come with him, and I had always hesitated in my dreams, until now. I began walking closer to him, and following him through a passage. Just as soon as I entered the doorway of a small room, a beast jumped at me and I awoke in a sweat. I looked towards the window and saw Lynn glaring outside at the full moon. "What is it?" I asked her, standing slowly and walking to her. "It is coming, Isabella," She answered. As she turned to face me, a tear of blood drip down her cheek. "Oh no," I responded, and wiped it away with a cloth. "It is time," She spoke to me. "Go to the castle, and destroy it," She finished, as another tear fell. I quickly got dressed, and grabbed my weapons. My sword, and just in case, my firearm. "Isabella, I did not tell you everything," She said to me, holding my arm. "Unless the medallion is destroyed, he cannot die. He has no heart." My eyes met hers, and the red stain of blood had long soaked in her dying flesh. I looked at her face once more, smiled, and left her. I made my way to Dracula's castle. + 12 + The sun rose to the sky, and I was 2 days into my journey. The heat fell over me, and I desired water and food to help me along my way. A diner was close, and I walked to, then stepped inside. I walked past the hostess, and seated myself. The small establishment, made to represent the 50's era, was covered by two waitresses. I noticed an older couple at the table by the entrance. Next, a trucker at the single spot next to the counter. In the far back of the diner, a figure in a hood sat silently. An older waitress walked over to me. "What would you like, hon'?" She asked me. "Water," I replied. "Is that all?" She asked me in return, more than annoyed. I looked into her eyes, and said, "Yes. That is all." I guess not knowing what more to say, she left my table. I looked towards the back, and noticed that the person that was there before, was now gone. I looked outside from the window, back to the table, and back outside. Strange. I did not see him get up. The waitress brought me my glass of water. I noticed quickly that there were smudges of lipstick on the glass. If that's not cliche, then I am not sure what is. What very few others would notice was, that it was a mans lips that wore the darkened red shade as they drank. As she walked away, I collected my things, and stood up myself to leave. As I proceeded to exit the door of the diner, I heard a voice shout to me. "Bitch!" The upset waitress protested. I admit, I laughed inside, as it was not everyday that someone verbally abused me. I had to keep reminding myself that it was a different time, and I was was no longer an Empress. I guess I was never much of an Empress either way, since my devotion was destroying creatures that hunt in the night. What kind of an Empress does that? + 13 + On a long stretch of open road, I walked and it was now night. Traveling was a lot different from how it used to be. There were horses in my time, and now, automotive transportation. I remember riding with a young man who was riding around in his fathers brand new Ford. The year was 1956, and the air was cool in the summer night. He was on his way to pick up a girl, which, you know the reason for. I had stumbled into the street, and he stepped on his brakes quickly to avoid an accident. The bumper only inches from my legs. In his position, he of course worried that he had hurt me, and stepped out to check on me. I noticed, that he was leering at my breast. I must have looked like the evening dish, flaunting myself like a prostitute. Without hesitation, I grabbed his pants, undone his button, and pulled them down as I went with them. I took his cock into my mouth and at first he protested, "No, please don't." He hushed as I took him entirely into my throat and brought it back to suck on the tip. I would have guessed that he had built up his load, and was waiting for the perfect moment to release. He did, and I swallowed it down. He looked down at me, and I saw his eyes change as guilt took over. He pulled up his pants, and made a swift bolt to his vehicle. When he shut the door and was ready to drive, he glanced to the passenger side, and there I was. He tried to scream, but my hand had cupped his mouth. With a swift move, I clamped my teeth down onto his neck, and bit in as a warm, salty shot of blood exited the flesh and filled my mouth. I was rather hungry. I drank so much, he was beyond pale when I finished. Almost white. It was a sickening, and horrible moment. Looking at him with his mouth gaped wide open in terror, his eyes shut tight in pain. I opened the door quick, and vomited onto the street, as red fluids splattered onto the ground. I had been used to this. Visuals of my victims after their last moment of life that I had purposefully taken from them. The boy was young, and he did not deserve to be fed upon. The hunger for blood once came from those who deserved to join death. Murderers, rapists, and those who chose to dwell in the darkness. The hunger, after time, had taken over completely, and I had lost all strength to hold back. Now, back to me at the present time. Still night, and I heard the howls of the beast in the distance. I looked to see, but the night was black, and the only light provided was that of the full moon. As I looked down the long dark road ahead, I saw light very dim. The engine was roaring into the night, but, still a ways away. The howls of a werewolf were becoming very close, and I knew that the beast was coming for me. Each second allowed it to pick up speed, and I saw its eyes. Then in the moon light, I saw all of him. A very large creature he was. The engine that was heard before was also very close, and powered a big truck. As the Lycan jumped for me, the truck smashed head on crushing in the front completely, but knocking the beast several feet down the road. For now, it appeared to be unconscious. A motorcycle pulled up next to the truck, and stopped. From the truck, I saw a well built man leap from the seat. He wore blue jeans, a dark jacket, and had short brown hair. His boots stomped onto the pavement. On the motorcycle, I noticed the person from the diner sitting on the seat. As the face of this person looked up, and hands pulled back the hood, I saw the face of a young woman. A large, crafted vehicle pulled up close, and the large man sat in a seat that was directly behind the driver. I looked back at the young woman. "Get on!" she said to me, as if ordering me to do so. I obeyed, and we drove away with company behind. + 14 + We came to a small area between the woods. As I walked inside of a cabin, I noticed a door nearly ten feet away. That was all. I was directed through the entrance, and down endless stairs it seemed. "Where are we?" I asked the young woman. "We are safe," She answered, her expression never changing. "Who are you?" My questions changed. "My name is Moira," She said, walking ahead of me and flipping on a large switch that turned on lights that hung more than a dozen feet above our heads. "Sit down," She said, "I have much to tell you." "Alright," I sat across from her at an old table. "Every five hundred years, a guardian is chosen to protect Synestra," she told me. "Synestra?" "Yes. She is the first born Lycanthrope." "That creature, it is a she?" A feeling of wonder, and shock fell over me. "Yes," Moira began, "A mother with child was bitten by the black wolf ages ago. As the woman could no longer bare the child in her womb, she prepared to give birth." My heart became cold, and I listened more. "Nurse maids cried out into the night as they found that she had been ripped open from the inside," She finished. "How might I ask do you know that the creature is a female?" I looked at her. "Somewhere, along the memories in my bloodline, one of my relatives had came across Synestra in her human form." I was wrong. Amazement was not the word for my reactions. "She can become human, too?" "Yes," She answered. "What does she look like?" I had to ask. "She is a tall, thin woman, with fire red hair, deep gray eyes, and soft pale skin." The image I held in my thoughts were magnificent, but scarce to me. "I know who you are Isabella," Moira spoke to me. "I am here to protect you as well, but, I cannot let you destroy What I have devoted 498 years to originally preserve." "I understand, as that is not what I wanted to do." "Good. Dracula has his spell over Synestra's head, and I will do everything in my powers to divert her away as you put an end to him," She assured me. "Then, I must go," I looked her in the eyes. As I turned to walk away, and leave, Moira called to me. "Isabella?" I turned to face her once more. "Yes?" "Allow me to give you this kiss, and hope that you do not succumb to defeat." She leaned close to me and kissed my lips. A fire ignited my heart, and sadness melted away. My thoughts and memories came back to me in one sensual kiss. As we parted lips, I kissed her down her neck. My hands slid her top down her back, and she dropped her bottoms to the floor. A most beautiful sight before me, her naked body waiting to be touched. She unfastened my clothing, and I became naked as she was. Her lips kissed down to my belly button, and she allowed her tongue to enter my slit, pushing deep inside my hole. My fingers rubbed on my clitoris, as she tasted my juices. My thoughts were swirling inside my head, and I blacked out many times as we made love. Her two middle fingers on her right hand penetrated me and her index and pinky sat just outside pressing against my buttocks. I was crying aloud, cumming hard and pulling her hair to make her lick me clean. We cradled each other in arms, looking silently at one another. One feeling kept me from staying. I had to put an end to Dracula. I faintly remember more sex, but do remember watching Moira lay sleeping as I made my departure. + 15 + My journey had taken me along the lone cars of a passenger train. I had searched the cab to find another soul, but, nobody in my eyes view. I lay my head back, awaiting the final stop before my arrival. My eyes were tiresome, so I slid my finger down my slit and teased myself to sleep. I dreamed of his eyes looking into mine. His body enveloping my own. His breath warming my skin. As I awoke, I saw him standing at the end of the cab I was in. He faded away, and as I looked on, the train slowed to a complete stop. I was here. The outside air was cold against my skin. The moon was high in the sky, and an unsettling sense of loneliness surrounded me in every area. I held my sword tight in my hand, and prepared for anything to happen. As I made my way down a long path, the howling of a wolf filled the night air. I was being followed, or hunted like prey. There, just ahead was the castle of Dracula. My feet carried me further, and further more until I had reached the doors. I did not knock, as the door opened by itself. Perhaps, I was being invited in. So, I accepted the invitation. The large stairs took me up to a large hallway. So strange, as it was much different than I remembered. It appeared that no-one had lived here in ages. Maybe, I had been right. My feelings had told me otherwise. I released my sword, and held it broad length in front of me. When I walked into a large room, it all came back to me. This was his room, and there, alone silent on his bed was him. Not in a coffin, but confined to his bed covered in black sheets. Again, I wondered close and held my sword to his throat. Then, lowered it to his heart and was ready to thrust it in when, he vanished. Trickery of the devil. "I come to claim your life, Dracula!" I screamed. A faint and startling voice crept in to answer me. "You cannot kill what can never be killed, my dear." Out of nowhere, he appeared to me. A sword in his hand, and darkness in his eyes. His face was evil, and he thrust his sword at me to kill. Our swords touched and he knocked me against the wall. "I believe, that you shall have a whore's death." I rose from the floor, and ran towards him swinging my sword and slicing away his fingers on his other hand. "Oh, you're such a tease," He said to me, and his fingers grew back. The dark skies created an eerie mood for our fight. The moon was high, and he beckoned me close. "Come back to me, Love," He called to me. I fell into a momentary enchantment. For that moment, I could only think of his body against mine. His fingers touching me. As I felt this, something happened. My heart changed. My thoughts went to Lynn. It was her who held my heart. And as I had her in my visions, my reality set in. "I will never come back to you!" I shouted, and thrust my sword into his heart. As he stood there, dying by my blade, I whipped around and sliced his head clean off at the neck. His body fell, and he wasted away in dust. I thought to myself, "It couldn't be that easy, could it?" I may never truly know. Perhaps, he was weak from long years without none to feed upon. I may not know. I hoped, though, that he was the first, and now, the very last. My journey was over. Now, here I am, telling you my tales. Lynn is a vampire no longer. I, myself, am not either. Everything seems to be well. Sometimes, however, I still get that feeling like I am being hunted. If that is so, I will be ready. [END]