3 comments/ 29522 views/ 5 favorites Seduction Takes Time By: Domwoolf 'I love Halloween.' Catherine Davis thought to herself. 'It is the only holiday that's just for me.' Christmas and Thanksgiving were family holidays. Forth of July was always company picnics. Easter was church and family, but Halloween was hers. Especially now, that the kids were grown and off to college or on their own, All Hallows Eve had become her special holiday. She spent the entire month decorating the house and yard and most importantly designing and making her costume. Catherine and her husband hosted a yearly party that was always the talk of the neighborhood. Last year over two hundred people had attended. It was a good thing they had a large walled in back yard and the weather was usually warm. Her husband indulged her every year for which Catherine was grateful. Halloween allowed her to step out of her role as wife/mother/ P.T.A. chairwomen and for one night a year be something else, something mysterious and erotic and sensual. At forty two that happened all too seldom. Catherine looked down at her body as she stepped from the shower. She had been graced with a slender frame that she kept toned and tanned at the gym, long legs and her personnel nemesis a huge set of breasts. She often joked that if they were silicone instead of natural, she would be a trophy wife. She patted herself dry, walked into her closet, and took down her costume for tonite. This year she was going to vamp it up for real. Her costume would put Vampirella to shame, it was more gauze than cloth, exposing her body in peek-a-boo slits, and flashes where the see through panels moved across her body as she herself moved, bent, and turned. It was her most daring costume to date, even more than the torn and slit kitty cat outfit modeled on Halle Berry's Catwomen costume she wore several years ago. That one had got her talked about. Every guy was checking out her butt all evening long. Every guy except her husband who ignored her, as usual. His only comment was a compulsory "That's nice." Nice? She wasn't going for nice. Sexy maybe, provocative defiantly! Naughty even, but nice? She loved her husband, she really did, it's just that after so many years of marriage the fire had defiantly damped down to a few smoldering embers. He was coming to the party as the Joker. No work put into his costume at all, just some grease paint and an old suit. She looked into her full length mirror, as she stepped into the six inch stiletto, fuck me pumps. The mirror showed a tall slender woman, dressed as though she was made of smoke. Every move gave glimpses of tanned flesh that hid even as you watched. Catherine loved the look. She finished off the outfit with a long black wig and the three hundred dollar custom made fangs which a dentist had fitted on her own canines. Once on and with a little dental glue they were guaranteed not to come off even while she ate. The dentist had explained that he would have to remove them and polish her teeth afterwards but until he did they were as strong as real teeth. Catherine had to be very careful, these fangs were sharp, and she had nicked the inside of her lip last night while eating dinner. She smiled watching as they emerged from her mouth. Perfect. The guests would be arriving any moment, so she went around making sure everything was in place, everything was perfect. She started the spooky sound effects for the front yard and poured the rum punch over the dry ice blocks she had bought. Soon the cauldron of potent rum drinks was wreathed in a cold smoky fog, tendrils of which snaked along the floor. The front doorbell, altered for tonite into a witches cackling laugh, summoned her to the first of her guests and from then on Catherine was forever moving, greeting people, and checking the food and drink. At least her husband helped out by playing bartender. The costumes were many and varied, mostly traditional but a few, a very few had some imagination. She especially like the Indiana Jones outfit one of the better looking neighborhood men had chosen; authentic right down to the ten foot bullwhip which he had demonstrated in the back yard popping out candles with a flare and wrapping his wife as she fled across the yard to every ones delight. Catherine caught a glimpse of a tall darkly handsome man in an expensive though old fashioned tuxedo. She hadn't recognized him, not surprising considering the amount of people at the party; but when she moved towards him, he had slipped into the crowd and vanished. All evening as she moved through the party stopping here and there to talk with this or that old friend, she would catch a glimpse, just a hint of the man and then he would move or someone would step in between them and when they passed he was no where to be seen. If the copious amounts of food and drink consumed were any indication, the party was a huge success. Catherine was bringing out the last big tray of meats, cheeses, and crackers when her six inch heel slipped on the kitchen floor. Strong arms reached out and caught her while simultaneously rescuing the tray from spilling all over the floor. "May I be of assistance?" His low bass voice sent a shiver down her back as he spoke almost directly in her ear. He steadied her on her feet, nodded just the once a slow dip of his head before whisking the tray away from her and slipping out of the kitchen. Catherine stood staring at the closing kitchen door. "My God, Catherine are you alright?" Grace, one of her friends from down the block asked as she took hold of Catherine's arm. 'I was sure you were going to fall. Who was that?" "I have no idea." She replied. As quickly as she could Catherine moved back out to the dining area where the tray was centered on the table but her rescuer was no where to be seen. Catherine moved throughout the party, looking to no avail. He had vanished once again. An hour later Catherine decided to indulge in her one forbidden vice. She slipped into the den for a moment of peace and quiet and took a pack of cigarettes from behind the books on the shelf. This was her one hidden vice, the one even her husband didn't know about. She would slip off and have a single cigarette about once a week. She pulled out the slender tube and fumbled for the lighter when a match flared behind her. Catherine swung around, once again almost falling as the spiked heels caught in the carpet. A strong arm gripped her forearm steadying her. "I seem to be forever catching you." She stared at the dark haired man in the tuxedo as the match lit the end of her cigarette. "One really must inhale to get it lit properly." Catherine inhaled and choked on the lung full of smoke. He stood their amused as she got her breathing under control. "I'm sorry." Catherine gasped. "You have managed to startle me as well as rescue me. I thought I was alone in here." "Ahh, of course." He smiled. "I must admit I am not used to being in crowds. I stepped in here for a moments quiet and quite fell in love with your book selections." He gestured at the library shelves lining one whole wall of the den. Catherine smiled. Most of the books were hard cover first editions and many were classic literature. They were her pride and joy. She spent long hours after every one had gone to bed involved in the worlds created by Poe and Shelly, Twain and Shakespeare. Her tastes ranged from Victorian mysteries to classic science fiction. She watched him glide back over to the reading chair with its little intimate lamp that cast a small cone of light at just the right spot to read a book in one's lap. She noted that he was browsing through her favorite Heinlein. He picked up and replaced the book in its proper place on her shelf, moving well into her personal space. "I see we share a taste for literature." His breath brushed across her neck and sent goose bumps down her arm. She noted that even in her high heels he stood slightly over her in height. His jet black hair had small streaks of silver at the temples. His face was unlined, with a strong jaw and the darkest blue eyes she had ever seen. Catherine stared into those dark pools, almost as if she could see into the still waters of some deep lake. Look down deeper through clear pure water only to realize your looking at the sky reflected and it's night and you can see the stars twinkle and merge and ... Catherine shook her head coming back into the den almost by force of will. He was standing there just smiling at her. Her cigarette was cold and ash between her fingers. "I had better get back to my guests." Once again, he did that little half bow, that nod of his head as if acknowledging victory to an opponent. He swept open the door and gestured her through. Catherine took several steps down the hall when she heard the click of the doors lock. She looked behind her to an empty hall and a closed door. She returned to the den saying as she opened the door, "Won't you join us..." The room was empty. The lite weights and those with kids and babysitters headed home by midnight or shortly after, the heavy duty partiers hung in until almost three am but by three thirty all the guests had gone and the remains of the food had been put away. Catherine's husband several sheets to the wind headed for bed with a good night peck on the cheek for his vamp girl. Catherine was too wound up for bed, she couldn't get the handsome stranger out of her mind, nor could she explain where he had disappeared to from a room and a hallway with no way out except a locked window. She had checked the window locked from the inside when she went and got her pack of smokes. She went out into the backyard and sat on the bench furthest from the house. She shook a cigarette from the pack and searched for her lighter. When the match flared from behind her she sighed and turned to her mystery man for a light. "It's such a lovely night out." He began. "Where did you go? Catherine asked. "And how did you get out of the room?" "Oh I have my little ways." He replied as he sat down next to her. His hand brushed the black hair from her face, before removing the wig. "There much better! You have very lovely hair, much prettier than that silly wig." Catherine shook out her shoulder length red hair. "It went with the outfit." "Yes the vamp" His eyes were merry as he smiled at her. "Your yearly chance to play at being the erotic." "You think I'm silly. A middle aged mom playing at being the seductress." She sighed. "I suppose I am, but at least for one night a year I can feel the magic of my youth." "Youth is over rated. Oh there is a freshness, an innocence in youth, but we learn with experience. We grow and hopefully, find wisdom, find our place in the world. The young don't have the experience to appreciate life." "On the other hand," she replied. "By the time we gain the experience we are too busy trying to raise family's and survive. Then, when we finally reach the point where we can appreciate all life has to offer, we are to old and frail to enjoy it. Youth is wasted on the young." He moved next to her and gently kissed the side of her neck; instead of pulling away she melted into his arms and raised her face to his. They kissed and held each other content to just be with one another. His hands stroked her hair, her shoulders and up and down her arms, lightly, lovingly as if he were trying to memorize her with his touch. It had been so long since anyone just wanted to hold and kiss and touch her that Catherine allowed it to go on far past the point when she could have said no. She took him by the hand and led him into the house and across to a spare bedroom. Without turning on a light she disrobed and lay on the guest bed. He never stopped touching her even as she got undressed or even while he removed his clothes. He knelt beside the bed, kissing her body, stroking her flesh, exciting her as she lay back eyes closed and for once just enjoyed being the center of someone else's world. When he finally moved onto the bed between her legs he spent just as long working his way up her limbs with little kisses and touches until Catherine groaned from the pure pleasure. His lips kissed her nether lips as his tongue parted her, searching and finding the center of her pleasure. She could feel him suck and lick, tease and torture her with the barest flick of his tongue. She felt his teeth nip at her tender flesh, the pain adding to the spiraling sensations flooding her body. He worked her body for a long time as she buried her fingers in his dark thick hair, not holding just feeling adding to the myriad sensations overwhelming her body. When she came it was as if suddenly everything she held inside her entire life exploded out of her body in one great shuddering, muscle clenching release. He lay beside her though she didn't remember him moving and she reached for him praying to find him hard and ready. He was and she rolled over on top of him guiding his hardness into her wet softness. She rode him slowly at first, then harder and with longer strokes. She rode him until she could feel him begin to shudder and she slammed him deep within her and clenched her self around him, his orgasm triggering her own. She spread her body over him, keeping him inside her, tucking her head in the crook of his neck and shoulder as the shudders slowly subsided from both of them. She nuzzled at his neck like a contented cat and playfully nipped him. She had forgotten her new fangs and was surprised to feel blood dripping down his neck. She kissed the nick getting blood in her mouth and was taken by the urge to suck at the point where he bled. A roaring filled her ears and although she could feel him struggle she clamped on his neck drinking as if her life depended on it. His hands finally ripped her away and she fell beside him on the bed. "Cath. Hey Catherine. Are you going to get up today or what?" The voice was a long nagging way off. It finally went away and she returned to her sleep and dreams. "Hey babe! Are you still in bed?" Catherine awoke to her husband sitting on the bed shaking her shoulder. "Sorry guess I was exhausted." She sat up, nude in her own bed. "Yeah the party went late last night. Anyway come on down, I'm fixing a light supper." Catherine sat awhile gathering her thoughts. She remembered the man and the mind blowing sex, what she didn't remember was saying goodnight or coming up to bed. She got out of bed and made her way into the bathroom. The woman in the mirror was ten years younger than the woman who looked out at her yesterday. Her hair was longer and thicker and her skin glowed. Catherine stared at herself until her husband's shouts about dinner shook her from her trance. She quickly grabbed a robe and went down to eat. She ate her dinner and half of his, suddenly ravenous in her need. She went into the fridge and put together a sandwich from the left over's. When her husband went off to watch TV she slipped into the guest room. The bed was freshly made and not a trace of their illicit tryst remained. She went to her den and sat in the chair where he had sat, beside the chair she found the book he had been reading. The one she had watched him put away. Inside was a letter. Dearest Catherine, You must be a little confused about now. Not to worry the effects will wear off in time. You may be a little light sensitive and hungry more often but that is temporary. The thing is I sampled a little of you last night and those silly damn fangs caused you to sample a little of me. That is how my kind reproduces, but it takes three times of sharing blood before it is permanent. You talked about time and wisdom. My kind has all the time in the world and the youth to enjoy it. I'll be back next Halloween and we can discuss it if you like. If not just cancel the party and I'll become a thing of the past, a memory, hopefully a pleasant one. Your friend in literature, Kristoff She reread the letter several times before carefully folding it and putting it in the book. She returned the book to its place on the shelf. That's when she noticed the pack of cigarettes and the book of matches placed behind the books. She smiled and began planning next year's party. Seduction Takes Time Year Three My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed. Some spelling and grammatical errors are mine however some are intentional. Which is witch I leave as an exercise for those anal enough to care. Votes and comments are as always gratefully received. E-mail will get personnel response if you remember to leave me a return e-mail address. Enjoy. Dom Woolf Seduction Takes Time. The Final Chapter. The figure stood in the shadows of the old tree, hidden, ghostly and still, watching the lights in the house across the street. In contrast to the rest of the homes in the neighborhood, there were no Halloween decorations adorning the structure. No Jack o Lanterns glowed in the windows, no ghosts hung from the trees in the yard. There were no orange and black ribbons strung gaily across the yard's fence welcoming the little goblins and witches to the door for piles of candy as in years past. It was just a house, stuck in between a neighborhood of homes. The figure broke its deathly stillness, moving rapidly across the road and vanishing in to the unkempt bushes along side the structure. Unseen it lifted the window on the side of the house and slipped inside, noiselessly closing it behind itself. It stood in the dark listening to the night and the sounds of the empty house. Satisfied the figure drew closed the drapes and switched on a small desk lamp, throwing a tiny circle of light beside the comfortable reading chair in the den. Catherine looked around at the dusty shelves, the abandoned books; the neglected signs of a room no longer used and sighed. This had been her sanctuary, her retreat from the world of meetings and children and the demands of husband and family. Here she would spend the late night hours swept up in the tales of far away places and people and lives filled with adventure and romance. Now it was just a dusty room filled with old books. She opened the door and slipped through. Again she paused to listen but the house remained quiet and vacant. She walked from room to room, noting changes, bringing up old memories of the place where she had raised her two daughters and watched her husband withdraw from life. She remembered how trapped she felt in this house, in a life that was going nowhere, a husband that wasn't interested in her, in life, in living. Once her two daughters had moved out, off to college and marriage she had thought of dying. It had pried on her mind simply as a way to escape a life that didn't seem to matter to any one, least of all herself. Funny, how life works out. It turned out dying was the way to relieve the tedium. Dying was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Once she was dead a whole new world had opened up for her. She had traveled the world, done some amazing things, and seen things living people could never see let alone experience. And it all began here three years ago at a Halloween party. She was standing next to the refrigerator where Kristoff had first rescued her when she had slipped holding a tray of horderves. Some how he had managed to catch her and set her on her feet while catching the tray, all without spilling a single shrimp. Kristoff, her mystery man. Lean, tall, dark, a bit old fashioned. He was a reader of books a world class traveler, a bit of a mischievous boy and oh yes, a real, honest to goodness vampire. Christine still blushed when she thought about her silly fake vampire teeth, the ones that got her into trouble when, by accident while making out with Kristoff, she had nipped him on the neck. Those damn fangs had been sharp and pierced his neck, blood everywhere. Christine recalled the taste as it had hit her tongue and then she had been sucking for all she was worth. The beginning was an accident and Christine had tried all the next year to forget and make her marriage back into what it had started as 24 years earlier, when they had both been young and in love and their world was a realm of amazing possibilities. Time as they say marches on. Her husband wasn't interested in restarting their lives or exploring the possibilities or much of anything besides his internet games, his restored muscle cars, and beer. He certainly wasn't interested in her. The following year at Halloween, Christine gave herself to Kristoff on purpose and left with him to begin a new life. They traveled (at night), explored while the regular world slept and he showed her the life of an immortal. Kristoff never pushed, matter of fact he tried to discourage her. Even now it was her choice as he explained over and over, ad nauseum. "The first time we share blood; it restores to the human a zest for life, heals their body, and brings a more youthful physical self. The second sharing adds life, clears the mind and allows the human to share in the powers of the vampire for a time. Most of us have had at one time or another, a companion. One with whom we had shared a second exchange. Most are willing to stop at that point, enjoying the extended life, the health, and companionship of the vampire with out going all the way and actually becoming one of the living dead." Kristoff always looks half aware at this point in his little speech, as if his mind is a thousand years and thousands of miles away. Once he shakes his head as if he is pushing away a memory he continues. "The third exchange brings on what we call the little death, for the body goes through such a metamorphous that it seems to die and then once it begins to live again it is forever changed to vampire kind." "Vampires are called immortal, in truth we are not. Exposed to direct sunlight, the virus that keeps us alive breaks down and begins to boil in our bloodstream, exposed to air it begins to burn. Thus the legends of vampire busting into flame. We can survive most any injury as we heal almost instantly. The only things I have found that will kill us, is to remove the head from the neck or completely destroy the heart. Leave even half the heart and we can heal. Thus it wasn't the wooden stake that did the job but the sheer size of it for it destroyed the heart completely." Christine grinned at the reminder. Kristoff had dropped those wonderful tidbits for most of the last year. Just here and there, dropped into casual conversation, a year's college course on the care, feeding and lifestyle habits of the vampire. She moved on through the house, searching here and there, picking up a few things she had wanted to keep from her life as a human. The old, real photographs of the kids as they grew up. Her mother's favorite vase, left to her in her mothers will. A small painting her husband had spent half a month's paycheck on way back when they first were married, just because she had admired it. The rest of the things here didn't matter. They were just stuff. Her husband and his new bimbo of the month could have them. Oh yes, she heard about each and every new girlfriend from her daughters in her weekly conversations on the phone. It seemed as if her husband found his zest for life once she had moved on. Well good for him. Christine retreated to her den. Here she packed all the items she had taken into an old backpack she had left in the closet. She looked around one last time and her eyes fell on the book by Robert A. Heinlien, Kristoff had been reading when first she found him in the den three years ago. It was one of her favorites, Glory Road. She removed it from the shelf and caught a gleam in the area behind the book. Reaching in she pulled out the pack of cigarettes and the note Kristoff had written that Halloween three years previous. She smiled as she lit one of the remaining smokes, it was the one, old bad habit, she still retained from her life as a human, a cigarette once a day. Of course now she didn't need to worry about lung cancer or much of any diseases, germs don't affect the non living. She had surrendered her life three weeks ago as she and Kristoff made love. He had been soft and sweet and slowly brought her body to such a trembling point of anticipation, caressing her body, doing little nips to the underside of her breasts, down her belly and driving his tongue into her swollen clit before sinking his fangs into her femoral artery. She remembered flashing over in orgasm just as he struck, and each suck, each pull of the blood from her seemed to bring her higher and higher. Then she collapsed and the world lost all light and color and Kristoff was dripping blood from his slashed wrist into her gaping mouth and her world exploded, first a burst of pain so intense, so agonizing it twisted her body and seemed to rip her insides apart. Next was the warmth and ecstasy of the blood filling her mouth and she clamped on to his wrist sucking and lapping and she couldn't get her fill and then. She couldn't remember anything after that until she awoke three days later, ravenous and feral there was this girl and she was all over her and blood was soo sweet and she was soo hungry. Christine remembered coming back to the knowledge of self and control of her body and mind, covered in blood. Kristoff had been there to explain how the first hours are all animal and hunger and survival need. He taught her how to hold her food with her mind and take just enough from several rather than killing. How to erase the feeding from the mind of the food and return them to their mundane lives none the wiser and unharmed. Christine smiled as she stood deathly still in her old room and watched the smoke drift in the darkness. Now she was removing the last traces of her old life. Gently going into the minds of those who had cared about her and fading their memories into the background. Rather like an old friend who had moved away and you lost touch with. Still there but just a gentle fond memory that might get brought out once in a while only to slip away as the day to day things of life takes precedence. A car door slamming and the sounds of her husband and his newest bimbo brought her back to the present. His was the last mind she had to alter and she had deliberately kept him for last. She listened as they stumbled into the house drunk and fooling around with each other. Perfect, drunks were so easy to manipulate. They stumbled past the den, heading for the master bedroom. She gave them a few minutes to get involved then slipped out the door and followed the trail of discarded clothes to the bedroom. She stood in the doorway, watching the couple fumble with each other in typical drunken fashion. Christine wasn't sure what she had expected, the peroxide blond younger than their daughters wasn't it. The single lamp in the room didn't cast much light but to a vampires eyes it might as well have been high noon on a cloudless summer's day. She could count every grey hair on her husband's overweight body; see every dark brown root on the blonds head and trace every little surgery scar where the bimbo had had work done, especially where she stuffed those silicone tits. Christine cast out her mind and seized the couple's thoughts, clamping down hard and watching as they froze in mid grope. She walked over to their unseeing forms and probed deep into their minds. She nearly lost her grip on them at that point. Damned if the stupid blond ditz wasn't totally head over heels in love with the big dummy and he with her. Christine smiled knowing that her job was going to be easy now. She moved a few memories, overlaid a couple of suggestions, and locked down the feelings the couple had for each other. Her memories she pushed to the back of his mind and filed them under ghosts of Christmas past. Just for fun she downloaded a basic Kama Sutra into each of their minds and gave it an imperative of its own. That, she thought, should spice things up a bunch and keep them both busy with each other. She whispered a few things into the blond's ear, things she knew her husband liked in bed and then she removed a few inhibitions from the blonds tangled mind. Stepping back into the shadows she released them slowly, letting them become aware of each other and then let nature take its course. The blond began stroking his body softly, slowly using her art deco fake nails to scrape across and caress his body. He began to use his fingers on her clit as he thrust his suddenly rock hard organ into her wet and willing body and established and firm but gentle rhythm. Christine watched from the shadows as they began to move and nip and explore each others bodies as though it was the first time for each of them. They played and shifted and thrust and gyrated finding new and better ways to please each other. When they finally came (together and loudly) and curled up still connected by that bit of wet and softening flesh, they fell into a deep and exhausted sleep. Catherine slipped from the room though she could have marched an army band through the room without notice by the couple. She slipped into her room and gathered her backpack and moments later was just another shadow gliding through the night. Kristoff awaited her in the car, a half mile, or so down the road. "All done, my love?" "All finished. No hurts or regrets, all bills paid." She smiled. "I was thinking of spending some time in Egypt, There are a few undiscovered tombs that have the most interesting relics. I think you will enjoy them." Catherine reclined in the passenger seat as the cars began to accelerate down the road. "Why not? We have all the time in the world." Fini. Seduction Takes Time Year Two My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed. Votes and comments are as always gratefully received. E-mail will get personnel response if you remember to leave me a return e-mail address. Enjoy. Dom Woolf * Catherine Davis had just experienced the most amazing year of her life. At 43 that was saying something. In the last twelve months her body, mind, and outlook on life had changed dramatically. She had been only slightly out of shape for her age; her forty three year old body had become tighter, firmer, more deliciously filled out, yet thinner and much much stronger and faster. She thought she had been in pretty good shape a year ago, for a forty three year old woman that is. Now her body looked and felt twenty eight, her hips and breasts had fleshed out which for her breasts, oversized in proportion to her body, was saying something. Her arms and legs had developed the musculature of a professional athlete. Her hair was softer, longer, and thicker. Her eyesight and hearing were perfect, actually more than perfect. If she concentrated she could hear conversations in the next door neighbor's house as if she was standing right there. She could read a book a block away, in the dark. Her mind was quicker, she was able to grasp new ideas and see connections she never would have a year ago. One simple year that began the night she met him. It was at her annual Halloween party that she spotted the tall thin man in the old fashioned tuxedo. The man that shared her feelings for life, for literature and her passion for living life to the fullest. The man that changed her life. She had gone to the party as a vampire complete with dentist installed fangs, which is what caused this whole life changing proposition. Her fangs had nicked the neck of the mystery man while they made out. His blood and hers had mixed and her life changed. Everything changed but her husband. He continued to be oblivious to anything that had to do with Catherine. After the party she had felt so guilty of her illicit tryst that she had determined to make her marriage her top priority and for most of the year she worked hard at doing just that to no avail. It wasn't as if he was cheating on her, to cheat you had to leave the house. They had made their money in the dot com era, paid off everything, and set up safe, secure and mostly non taxable investments that paid them enough each year to never worry about money again and that's when he just quit. Quit work, quit being involved, quit everything. His days were spent watching the boob tube, playing online games or tinkering in the garage with one project or another. He seldom left the house other than to visit his mother or the kids or to go bowling on Tuesday nights. He couldn't be cheating even then as the bowling team consisted of their youngest child and her husband and Catherine herself. He never noticed the changes in her except to inquire once, "Did you change your hair style?" Others noticed, like almost every male in which she had any kind of contact. They noticed her tits and her ass and made sure she knew they noticed and appreciated. Her husband's only comment to their advances was that these younger guys had cougar fantasies' from watching too much reality TV. Well she had a few fantasies' of her own and she was making one come true tonight. This would be the Halloween part to top them all and she had gone all out. A live band, caterers and the entire house and yard decorated. Her time with the PTA had paid off, as she was able to pull permits to stage all the temporary building from friends in city hall. The house now had a haunted mansion facade surrounding the entire structure and the back yard was a 18th century cemetery and the pool house a deserted church. Her costume was a witch's delight with low bodice and sweeping skirts and her husband was the wizard; not that he cared. He started to bitch about the expense only once before the look in her eyes brought him up short and he retreated to his garage and his latest car rebuild. Tonight she would meet and greet and mingle but the work of hostessing and running the party she was leaving to her daughters and her husband. He practically stayed at the bar anyway, he might as well oversee the bartender she had hired. Tonight was her night and there was one particular guest in dark tuxedo she was waiting to see. Catherine opened the door to her haunted mansion and began to greet her guests. It was hours later, almost ten at night when she caught her first glimpse of her long awaited guest. Unlike last year when he played a game of cat and mouse with her, appearing and disappearing behind the crowd, this year she used her new found speed and appeared beside him. "Well done." He smiled at her appearance. "I see that you have adapted remarkably well to the changes." "It has been a year of astounding changes." She took his hand and led him into the fake church/pool house next to the dry ice/fog shrouded swamp/green died pool. Once inside she fell into his arms and gazed up into his young/old face. "I have gone from regretting what we did last year, to accepting that I want the changes and that I want you. My marriage is just empty routine and my husband doesn't seem to want to change things. I can't spend the rest of my life puttering around this house waiting for him to decide to start living again." Kristoff took her face in his hands and looked so deep in her eyes she felt he was looking into her soul. "I am essentially immortal; time has a different meaning to me. I think in terms of decades and centuries; yet this last year has seemed like an eternity. I can't tell you how much you fill my thoughts every hour." She stood quietly for several long minutes just looking at him as if deciding his worth. "I want the rest. I want to make the change permanent. Kristoff took her hand and lead her to a sofa, against the back wall of the pool house where they could look out upon the night. "It means giving up your family, your friends. You become a creature of the night forever more. Daylight does not welcome us I'm afraid. While we can drink any liquid, solid food is something we give up." "We have been hunted and hounded out of entire countries in the past and may be again. We are feared by our prey and rightly so, as we are so much more than they are. We are faster, stronger, and able to take so much more damage than they can. We live unchanged by time while they age and die, but it also means we must change. Over and over again. Our live styles, our tastes in clothes, in music, even our language must change, adapt, blend in. For we are so very few and they are so many that to stand out marks us and once marked the crowd mentality attempts to destroy us." She cuddled against him and quietly asked. "How old are you?" "I was born while the pharaohs still ruled the Nile valleys and Rome ruled the rest of the known world." They lay cuddling and he freed her breasts form her outfit, beginning to nuzzle and suck at her nipples. She freed his cock and kissed and licked the warm flesh as it grew to its full length. They slowly undressed, taking their time playing as they went until both were ready. He cut a small nick on his wrist and pressed her head against the wound. She began to lick at the warm salty blood and never felt his fangs slip into her neck. She feed for what felt like hours, sucking at his wrist as he sucked at her neck. Each drop of his blood seemed like a charge of energy as she swallowed she felt her body changing, morphing becoming something else. Suddenly he picked her up and impaled her on his stone hard shaft filling her pussy, her womb and seeming to fill her entire body. They began to move in rhythm and as they moved their hearts began to beat as one. Catherine was startled to see her skin begin to glow and a matching glow coming from Kristoff's body. It was almost as if the chemical changes in their bodies were generating its own type of heat. Then Catherine quick thinking and just surrendered to the feelings and energy manifesting in her body. Her pleasure went way beyond anything she had ever felt and for awhile her entire world centered on her cunt and the hard male piston she rode. She lay in his arms, his hands stroking her breasts, smoothing down her stomach and caressing her damp and swollen pubis mound. She was absently stroking his cock, enjoying the sensations of the skin slipping beneath her hand. She felt him tremble and ducked her head down to envelope his rigid dick in her mouth as he spurted his cum deep in her throat. 'Catherine what do you hear?' 'Humm, party sounds, conversations, traffic, and a weird pounding from everywhere.' 'Now concentrate on one conversation. How do you feel about what they are saying?' Catherine listened in on a conversation by one of her neighbors, Jim a nice guy married to a sweet if rather plain women Susan. Jim was talking to another neighbor's daughter about her high school class and telling her how he did in that same class. Catherine concentrated on what Jim was saying and it was a good thing she was lying down and being held; for she suddenly found herself looking out through Jim's eyes and staring down in to the open cleavage of the young girl, she could feel the thoughts Jim was thinking. Lust and excitement and a kind of urgency dominated the feelings combined with guilt and shame and ... It was too much. Catherine found herself back in the pool house. "What was that?" "Another of your new abilities, one of the hardest to master. You are able to see into others minds. Eventually you will be able to influence those thoughts." "Wow, I always thought Jim was a nice guy." She reviewed the feeling she had picked up from him. "He probably is." Kristoff remarked. "The thoughts you read are the primitive thoughts all humans have. Sex, reproduction, lust, envy, greed, these thoughts go through everyone's mind all day as well as sympathy, love, the need to protect and nurture and the need to possess." "So, we all have these thoughts we don't act upon?" "Indeed. It is why we can influence humans. Try it find a simple primitive thought and see if you can magnify it in that persons mind. The way to do that is to expand on that thought and lend your will to it." Catherine cast her mind out and at first everything was a jumble of thoughts and feelings. Kristoff guided her, offered her advice until she was able to select just one thought out of the chaos and read it like a book. Catherine was amused to find that her friend Janet was having nearly the same thoughts as and about Jim as he had for the young high schooler. She tried expanding on those ideas, mentally framed the idea of Janet going over and taking Jim off into the bushes. Kristoff touched her arm and pointed out the pool house window where Janet had just rescued Jim from himself. She pulled him off towards a secluded part of the yard partially hidden by bushes. Catherine focused on the couple, listening in to their thoughts and pushing to expand their fantasies and lust. She felt Jim's hand begin to manipulate Janet's tits, tugging gently on the nipples before he buried his face in her cleavage and began to suck at her breasts. She felt Janet's response deep in her womb and her hands rip open Jim's pants to retrieve his cock. The deeper and herder she concentrated the more the sensations mirrored themselves in her body. Catherine could feel herself building to a climax. Kristoff shook her arm several times and finally slapped her face to break her concentration. "What? Why did you do that?" "Look around my dear. Your party is about to become the neighborhood orgy." Catherine looked out the window to see most people had broken off into couples, not necessarily with their own partners and were in the midst of kissing and fondling, several disrobing in plain view of everyone else. Even the school girl was doing a strip tease on the diving board her 17 year old body delighting many of the neighborhood men and several of the women. Catherine looked over to the bar and laughed as Ginger, the neighborhood cougar and divorcee was giving an enthusiastic blowjob to Catherine's husband as several men watched, their cocks in their hands and being stroked to the rhythm of Gingers bobbing head. "Your lust and need was not contained to just the couple you were attempting to influence. You will need to practice narrowing your focus. I will do what I can to fix this before your party becomes the scandal of the community." Catherine laughed out loud. "No darling, don't bother. I said this was going to be the party to end all parties. This is my last hurrah, might as well let it go out with a bang." Kristoff laughed with her. "I take it you have decided to leave?" "Yes darling, there is nothing left for me here. My daughters have grown and gone on to their own families. My husband obviously won't grieve long, not with Ginger to help him recover." Kristoff helped her up and the two strolled through the party turned roman orgy. Inside Catherine's bedroom were two suitcases and a trunk, already packed. Kristoff chuckled, easily took all three bags, and followed Christine to the front door. He lead the way to a vintage Rolls Royce parked at the end of her driveway and placed the bags in the trunk. Catherine looked back one last time, blew a kiss towards the house, and climbed in. The Rolls Royce purred off down the street towards Catherine's new life.