0 comments/ 5802 views/ 1 favorites The Night Sky By: Erotic_Luver4u She stares out the window at the snow falling against the black sky. Closing her eyes and breathing in slowly she takes the scent of the room into her body. "Mmmm…" a soft moan escapes her, as she smells the familiar scent of him. The scent she could never get enough of. Rising slowly, she sits at the edge of their bed. Feeling the cold air against her bare skin, she shivers at the thoughts of the night before. Imagining their lovemaking, she closes her eyes and exhales slowly. The snowflakes grow and she loses her thoughts in the patterns falling on the windows. Feeling his strong hand slip around her waist, she's startled back into reality. My love.. she whispers in the voice she knows he loves. "Baby," he replies as his lips meet the small of her back,his hands wrap around her waist and finally cup her firm breasts. Feeling his fingers brush over her nipples and his lips on her shoulders, she closes her eyes and concentrates on his touch. Sliding up behind her, he wraps his arms around hers and rests his head on her shoulder, breathing in deep the scent of her hair and light perfume. He finds her hands and laces his fingers through hers, "Almost perfect night, isn't it?" he breathes. "Almost," she says in a seemingly sinister voice. Standing slowly, she feels his hands slip down her thighs. He begins to speak, but she quiets him by placing her finger lightly on his mouth. Parting his lips, he allows her finger into his mouth. His tongue soft, his mouth hot. She pulls her finger out of his mouth and steps back. The moonlight sneaks in the window falling softly on her beautiful shape. Soft curves and creamy flesh show in the dim light. The shape of her breasts is a dark silhouette in the night. She lets him see her. Watch her. Enjoy her. She knows he loves her body and she loves allowing him to gaze at it. She watches his eyes as they fall from her shoulders, to her breasts, to her belly, down her hips and past her bare mound. His gaze falls down her thighs and calves and finally back up to her face. She steps forward putting her hands out for his. Taking his hands and placing them on her hips, he pulls her gently into him. His firm lips kiss just above her belly button and slowly the kisses fall. She takes his head in her hand and forces him to look up at her. Bending slightly, her lips meet his and her tongue dances on his lips. Falling to her knees, she places herself between his legs, their lips still together. Settling in, she runs her hands up his thighs, cupping his ass in her hands. he stares out into the night sky and watches the moonlight fall across his lovers back. The sensuous curve of her rear end lit by the sky. He runs his hands down her back, enjoying the softness of her skin against his rough hands. she shivers at his touch, he's always had this affect on her, making her feel beautiful and safe and sexy and dangerous all at the same time. Feeling his cock swell against her breasts as she rubs her erect nipples on him. Smiling as his shaft falls in the hollow of her flesh she closes her eyes and just absorbs him into herself. Cupping her face in his hands he smiles at her, "I love the way your skin feels on mine." She grins at the thought of how special he makes her feel. She presses her full lips against the head of his cock. Feeling it throb on her lower lip, she kisses the end. Slipping her tongue between her lips and finding the end of his cock. Outlining along the entire head she moans lightly at the taste of his flesh. "Baby," he says as his eyes close and his hands find her hair. Darting her tongue quickly out and down the underneath side of his cock, she drags it slowly back up, looking up at him hoping his eyes open to enjoy her. She begins rapidly tonguing his cock and dragging her bottom lip across his balls, praying for him to watch her, begging for his eyes to open. She makes her tongue long and hard and darts underneath his balls. Suddenly his eyes open and he smiles as he sees the twinkle in her eyes. "Sweetheart, I love that you hunger for me," he says to her as she devours him. Answering only by a slight moan, she runs her tongue between his ass and his balls. Grabbing his cock in her hand she feels it swell from magic of her tongue. Running her tongue around his balls and back up his thick shaft, she slowly stands. Standing before him as his erect cock throbs for her, she runs her hands across her breasts and down her belly. He follows her fingers as they outline her belly button and make figure eights on her skin. Finally, her fingers part her lips, exposing her clit. He sees her delicious body tremble at the touch of her finger to her clit. He grins as she begins to rub herself. Her lips begin to glisten and her finger slides around easier as she gets even more excited. She places one foot up on the bed, exposing her pussy to him. He begins to lift a hand to her and she stops him. He begins to reach for his erection and she stops him. He grins at her teases and looks down at his throbbing cock. To regain his attention, she places a wet finger at his lips. "Ooo, baby, you are delicious," he says at he licks her wetness from his lips. She continues to rub herself, eventually taking her finger into herself. She moans loudly as her finger glides in and out of her wet pussy. Taking her finger out and running it up her belly, leaving a beautiful, shiny trail. He pulls her to him and traces it with his tongue, tasting her from her flesh. The mixture of her sweat and pussy are incredible. His cock throbs in his lap. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushes him back onto their soft bed. Climbing on top of him, she straddles his cock. His cock in her hand, she runs it along her lips and against her clit. Dipping it slightly into her awaiting hole. he breathes heavily as she rubs more vigorously. Letting his cock go and just rubbing in between her lips, she leans down and kisses him madly. Her tongue darts into his mouth as she places all her weight on to his cock and letting him slam into her. She sits up taking him deep into her, her back arches as she grinds onto him. She finds his hands and places one around her waist, letting him support her as she falls on and off his cock. The other she guides between her lips, placing one of his fingers and one of hers on her clit. Rubbing it and caressing her as she makes love to him she leans down and hovers over his face. She loves being close to him, feeling her nipples graze his chest. She kisses him passionately as her pussy squeezes his thick cock. Knowing how to drive him crazy, she squeezes and releases. She falls onto him, her breasts pressing against him and his cock sliding, deep, deep into her. She squeezes him tightly and then slowly slides off. She slides up his body, kissing and nibbling the whole way. Finding his lips, she kisses him wildly, then stops and looks into his beautiful eyes She closes her eyes and sighs softly. His hot mouth breaks her thoughts as she feels his lips surround her nipple. Her eyes close and her fingers linger in his hair. He makes his way down her body, kissing and licking every inch. How she loves the feel of his strong hands against her. She exhales as his tongue parts her pussy lips. She sighs and enjoys him. She relaxes as his tongue enters her, slowly, sweetly. She moans as his tongue slides in and out of her. His fingers shove into her with his tongue and she thrashes at his touch. He slips his tongue into her pussy and he feels her relax. She moans with the pleasure. He shoves his tongue in and of her She whimpers at his touch and her body trembles. He slides up to kiss her, to allow her to taste. Their tongues linger and she kisses him hungrily. He slips his cock into her, she's so wet He lies in her, rolling his cock around and loving her. Their bodies glisten with sweat. He begins to slide his cock in her faster and harder. Her moans are uncontrollable and it's driving him crazy. He can tell she's about to orgasm, her pussy throbs and squeezes his cock. He explodes into her as her body shivers and trembles beneath him. They fall together in a heap, sweat dripping and the smell of sex filling the air. He kisses her so sweetly and lies with his cock still in her. He wraps her in the tightest hug and holds her close. He gently slips out of her and pulls her to him like a spoon. She rests her head on his arm and they lie together, staring at the big snowflakes against the night sky. "Perfect night, isn't it?" he whispers in her ear. The Night Sky We cuddled closely under the dark night sky, sparkling with millions of little stars, like a big velvet cloth sprinkled with diamonds. I felt his warm arms holding me so tightly and so lovingly, keeping me safe and warm. I feel his warm breath against the back of my neck and he gently nuzzles his nose into my neck and sighed in passion and joy as he breathed in my scent. He pulled me closer and started gently kissing my neck. With one of his hands, he gently touched my face and ran his fingers through my dark, soft hair. His finger tips encircled a few strands of my hair as he continued kissing my neck. His fingers then tenderly moved from my hair and down towards my chin. With them on my chin, he softly moved my head around so that I was facing him, see his eyes. I stared deeply into his eyes for a few silent loving, deep moments, before closing them to the feel of his warm, moist lips upon my own. We kissed passionately, our lips and tongue dancing in an amorous dance of which we only could feel. His kisses felt so good, so warm, so loving. It was my addiction, his love, his kisses... I had to have more as soon as the pleasure filled my heart. We kissed more, our lips softly massaging each others, our tongues playing together in our mouths. When we finally pulled apart to breathe, he stroked my hair lightly. "Are you hot, babe?" he asked, grinning at me. "A little," I teased him back. "What, what are you going to do about that?" He just smiled, still gently stroking my hair and rubbing my neck. The other hand gently crept up from the bottom of my shirt and started massaging my stomach. I closed my eyes in pleasure as he touched me. His touch… it felt so good. His fingertips rubbed my stomach as they slowly crept up to the laciness of my bra. With his thumb, he pulled down the cup of my bra and I felt his soft fingers massaging my left breast. A soft murmur escaped from my lips as the pleasure started growing inside me. He leaned closer to me as he massaged my breasts, leaving the left one to touch the right one, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers, gently pinching the nipples, until they were perky and hard. His gentle lips meet mine again, and we kiss deeply, lovingly. After a few minutes of intense passion fueled kissing, we finally parted and looked deeply in each other's eyes. He kept on rubbing me, stopping for a second to lift my shirt from my head and remove my bra, which had been open and just hanging on my body. As I felt the cool night air hit my chest and back, I shivered, but when I felt his warm hands and arms wrap around me tightly, I felt the warmth returning to my body. I could feel the warmness of his bare chest against my side as he held me closer. I snuggled in his neck, breathing in the scent of him and feeling his warmness against my body. One of his hands was gently massaging my breasts, while the other was starting to lower until they reached the waistband of my pants. He reached inside and I moaned as I felt his warm fingers rubbing across my clit gently. I felt my wetness intensify as his gentle touch kept on stroking my clit, gently and slow at first but increasing speed. I moan out my pleasure, feeling passion and lust spread across my body, which was on fire. After a few minutes, I felt his fingers keep my clit and I moan in disappointment. "Hold on a sec, babe," he whispered to me. He lay me down on the warm blanket and slid my pants and my panties down and off my legs, so I was nude and lying there in front of him, under the night sky. "I know you'll love this, babe," he smiled at me before he gently spread my legs and dove in. A squeal of pleasure escaped from my throat as I felt his tongue flickering across my already throbbing clit. I felt him lick all around my lick, my dripping pussy, my wetness… licking everywhere, licking every little nook and cranny that his tongue could reach, making me feel so good, so intense, the pleasure filled my body so much that I couldn't stand it. My body shuddering, moving, twitching, I moaned loudly, feeling his tongue invade my hole as he gently rubbed my clit with one of his fingers. As I felt the intense warmness of the climax nearing, I gasped out, "Faster, more!" I felt his tongue lick faster and faster as his fingers played around my pussy, slipping it gently in and out. Soon I felt a sudden blast of pleasure as the explosion, fueled by my own passion, carried from my clit and radiated all across my body. A relaxed haze gently washed upon my body after the pleasure subsided, and I lay there, my eyes closed, covered with sweat and my own juices and exhausted. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw his nude figure kneeling next to me, his dick rock hard and standing fully up. He had been gently stroking it, as he watched me lying in my haze of pleasure. I smiled at him and pulled his hands off his dick, replacing it with my own. I gently stroked it, rubbing it around the head. Then I slowly leaned over and kissed the head of his head and smiled at him, looking deeper into his beautiful eyes as I did so. I flicked my tongue across the head and watched his reaction as I stared into his face. I took his entire head into my mouth, licking it, wrapping my moist lips around it. With my hands I stroked the base as I gently sucked him. I took more of him in my mouth and felt him twitch from the pleasure. I moved my head up and down, having him go slid in and out of my moist mouth. After a few minutes, I slid him out of my mouth, looked at him, and whispered. "I want you now." With that, I lie back down on the blanket and spread my legs apart, still glistening and wet from the orgasm I had before, my wetness dripping down onto the blanket, where a puddle had been forming. Leaning down in front of me, he took his saliva and precum slicked cock and slowly teased me by rubbing it around my pussy and clit, wetting the head with my juices. Soon I felt the slight pressure and his head enter me. I moan out loud as he pushed himself in deeper and deeper inside me, my pussy hole stretched apart with his bigness, as I felt like myself being filled with him. He pushed harder until I felt his entire dick bury itself deep inside me. I felt the intense pleasure and fullness and I felt him throb inside me. He slowly slid himself back until only the head was inside, and then slid it back deeply inside. He repeated it, his rhythm getting faster and faster as I scream out my pleasure as I feel him fill me deeply. He went faster and faster, pumping his hard cock in and out of my wet, tight pussy, his pubes rubbing against my clit at each stroke, sending waves of pleasure across my entire body. Finally, he moaned out loud and slammed inside me once more, unloading his load deep inside me, the warm gooey cum shooting in my hole and filing me up. He collapsed next to me, exhausted, as he pulled his dick out from my warmness. We cuddled our nude bodies together, still covered with sweat and juices from our passionate lovemaking. I kissed him gently as we snuggled together, lying there on the blanket on the ground, feeling the air blow across our bodies. I shivered slowly, but his warm arms around me and his skin next to mine warmed me up. I turned my head around stared up into the sky, darkened into an intense blackness, dotted with tiny little crystals, sparkling and shining. "Isn't it beautiful?" I whispered. "Yes, but not as beautiful as you," he murmurs into my ear as he snuggles against my neck once again, kissing and licking it to the way for another intense feeling of passion and love. The Night Sky Falls The night sky falls. Out of the large picture window of the train, the sun disappears behind the Alps. The train rushes on, quietly. The train cabin is filled with a soft, warm glow. I sit watching you, your mind lost in thought. I kneel in front of you, taking your hand into mine. Slowly, I kiss your wrist, the palm of your hand, and each delicate finger. Opening my mouth, I take each finger in and suck. I gaze at you, your eyes closed, mouth slightly opened. My right hand reaches for your neck, caressing it tenderly. I feel your hair against my hand as I massage the nape of your neck. My tongue rolls over your fingers, licking and sucking them hungrily. As my warm, wet mouth envelopes your fingers, my hand traces the outline of your breasts. I watch as you arch your back, moaning softly. I unbutton your blouse, exposing you, your silky skin, your swollen nipples. My strong hands cup your breasts, rubbing the underside of your beautiful flesh. Inching up, my fingers circle your nipples, grazing them softly. I watch as your nipples grow under my touch. The palm of my hand rubs the tips very softly. You moan louder, a rush of excitement filling your body. As my left hand caresses your nipples, my right hand moves up your thigh, pushing your skirt up. My hand moves across your bare thigh to your silky black panties. You feel the tip of my finger pushing softly between your lips. Your hips grind as my finger presses firmly, from your hole, up through your lips, and up to your clit. You feel the warmth of my breath against your skin, so close! The tip of my tongue snakes up your thigh, to the edge of your now moist panties. My hands move down, cupping your bottom. Sliding my tongue inside your panties, it glides along your swollen lips. The taste only fuels my fire, the sweet juice pouring from you. My mouth grasps your panties and pulls them off. My hands spread your legs, my mouth covering your exposed, wet sex. I lick from your sweet little hole up to your clit. Pulling the hood back and taking your clit into my mouth, your scent and taste fill me with desire. Rolling my tongue over your clit, caressing it, my finger slides inside you. I feel your muscles clench around my finger. I fill your pussy with long, powerful strokes of my finger. Your hips rock; you're filled with lust. Your clit tingles as I massage it, making it rock hard. I slip another finger in you, pumping, thrusting, your pussy on fire. As my tongue buzzes around your clit, you grab my head and begin fucking my face. My fingers feel the spasms in your pussy; I taste the juice flowing from you as you come. We sigh...sweet relief! I take your body, placing you on all fours. My hands caress your sweet, perfect ass. Spreading your cheeks, my tongue glides down the crack. I hear you whimper, your body shaking. Very slowly, I place my tongue against your tender anus. I begin to tease it, you grind hard against my tongue. My hard tongue presses against your tight little asshole, slipping in, making you moan louder. You feel my mouth on your bottom, my hard tongue exploring you, licking inside your ass. I reach forward and stroke your clit, your lips, the length of your pussy. You begin grinding harder now, fucking my tongue with your ass. My thumb moves across your clit, barely brushing it. Your hips grind harder still, this tongue so deep in your ass. Slipping a finger in your pussy, I feel you quiver, your body on fire. My tongue fucks your ass harder, deeper as I thrust two fingers in your warm, wet pussy. I feel your orgasm begin, your whole body electrified, your cries filling the cabin of the train. I pull you to me, kissing you. I sit facing you, lost in your beauty. You unbutton my jeans, stroking my cock as you strip me to my boxers. Pulling them off, you expose my rock hard shaft, gently stroking from my balls to the head. You feel it throb under your touch, its warmth and hardness in your hands. I watch as you straddle me, lowering your pussy onto the head. I feel the heat, the moisture from your sex. Closing my eyes, I feel the head of my cock gently stroking your clit. It presses firmly against you, the friction sending waves of pleasure through our bodies. I feel your hand cupping my balls and guiding the head through your lips, to your hole. My cock slowly fills you, inch by inch. The weight of your body comes down on my cock, impaling you, filling you. Your pussy tightens around my shaft as we begin to rock. Our hips moving together, you lower your nipple to my mouth. Thrusting, pumping, grinding against your clit, my tongue flicks against your nipple. We begin to fuck, slowly, powerfully. I feel my cock growing harder, pumping deep. My hands reach out to caress your ass, pulling you closer. We move faster now, bucking in time...deeper, harder...moaning together. Your scent fills my nose-a perfect moment of desire. We grind madly, pushing, pumping, and thrusting. Your pussy grasps my shaft, filling me with desire. I can feel your body, almost in shock, the waves of ecstasy rolling over you. I pump furiously, my cock spurting hot, salty come into you. It seems endless. I'm so aroused that my come flows and flows... Exhausted...we rest. The Night Sky Fucking We cuddled closely under the dark night sky, sparkling with millions of little stars, like a big velvet cloth sprinkled with diamonds. I felt your warm arms holding me so tightly and so lovingly, keeping me safe and warm. I feel your warm breath against the back of my neck and you gently nuzzles your nose into my neck and sighed in passion and joy as you breathed in my scent. You pulled me closer and started gently kissing my neck. With one of your hands, you gently touched my face and ran your fingers through my dark, soft hair. Your finger tips encircled a few strands of my hair as you continued kissing my neck. Your fingers then tenderly moved from my hair and down towards my chin. With them on my chin,you softly moved my head around so that I was facing him, see his eyes. I stared deeply into your eyes for a few silent loving, deep moments, before closing them to the feel of your warm, moist lips upon my own. We kissed passionately, our lips and tongue dancing in an amorous dance of which we only could feel.Your kisses felt so good, so warm, so loving. It was my addiction, his love, his kisses... I had to have more as soon as the pleasure filled my heart. We kissed more, our lips softly massaging each others, our tongues playing together in our mouths. When we finally pulled apart to breathe,you stroked my hair lightly. "Are you hot, babe?" you asked, grinning at me. "A little," I teased him back. "What, what are you going to do about that?" You just smiled, still gently stroking my hair and rubbing my neck. The other hand gently crept up from the bottom of my shirt and started massaging my stomach. I closed my eyes in pleasure as you touched me. Your touch… it felt so good. Your fingertips rubbed my stomach as they slowly crept up to the laciness of my bra. With your thumb, you pulled down the cup of my bra and I felt your soft fingers massaging my left breast. A soft murmur escaped from my lips as the pleasure started growing inside me. You leaned closer to me as you massaged my breasts, leaving the left one to touch the right one, kneading the soft flesh between your fingers, gently pinching the nipples, until they were perky and hard. Your gentle lips meet mine again, and we kiss deeply, lovingly. After a few minutes of intense passion fueled kissing, we finally parted and looked deeply in each other's eyes. You kept on rubbing me, stopping for a second to lift my shirt from my head and remove my bra, which had been open and just hanging on my body. As I felt the cool night air hit my chest and back, I shivered, but when I felt your warm hands and arms wrap around me tightly, I felt the warmth returning to my body. I could feel the warmness of your bare chest against my side as you held me closer. I snuggled in your neck, breathing in the scent of you and feeling your warmness against my body. One of your hands was gently massaging my breasts, while the other was starting to lower until they reached the waistband of my pants. You reached inside and I moaned as I felt your warm fingers rubbing across my clit gently. I felt my wetness intensify as your gentle touch kept on stroking my clit, gently and slow at first but increasing speed. I moan out my pleasure, feeling passion and lust spread across my body, which was on fire. After a few minutes, I felt your fingers keep my clit and I moan in disappointment. "Hold on a sec, babe," you whispered to me. You lay me down on the warm blanket and slid my pants and my panties down and off my legs, so I was nude and lying there in front of you, under the night sky. "I know you'll love this, babe," you smiled at me before you gently spread my legs and dove in. A squeal of pleasure escaped from my throat as I felt your tongue flickering across my already throbbing clit. I felt you lick all around my lick, my dripping pussy, my wetness… licking everywhere, licking every little nook and cranny that your tongue could reach, making me feel so good, so intense, the pleasure filled my body so much that I couldn't stand it. My body shuddering, moving, twitching, I moaned loudly, feeling your tongue invade my hole as you gently rubbed my clit with one of your fingers. As I felt the intense warmness of the climax nearing, I gasped out, "Faster, more!" I felt your tongue lick faster and faster as your fingers played around my pussy, slipping it gently in and out. Soon I felt a sudden blast of pleasure as the explosion, fueled by my own passion, carried from my clit and radiated all across my body. A relaxed haze gently washed upon my body after the pleasure subsided, and I lay there, my eyes closed, covered with sweat and my own juices and exhausted. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw you nude figure kneeling next to me, your dick rock hard and standing fully up. You had been gently stroking it, as you watched me lying in my haze of pleasure. I smiled at you and pulled your hands off your dick, replacing it with my own. I gently stroked it, rubbing it around the head. Then I slowly leaned over and kissed the head of your head and smiled at you, looking deeper into your beautiful eyes as I did so. I flicked my tongue across the head and watched your reaction as I stared into your face. I took your entire head into my mouth, licking it, wrapping my moist lips around it. With my hands I stroked the base as I gently sucked you. I took more of you in my mouth and felt you twitch from the pleasure. I moved my head up and down, having you go slid in and out of my moist mouth. After a few minutes, I slid you out of my mouth, looked at you, and whispered. "I want you now." With that, I lie back down on the blanket and spread my legs apart, still glistening and wet from the orgasm I had before, my wetness dripping down onto the blanket, where a puddle had been forming. Leaning down in front of me, you took your saliva and precum slicked cock and slowly teased me by rubbing it around my pussy and clit, wetting the head with my juices. Soon I felt the slight pressure and your head enter me. I moan out loud as you pushed yourself in deeper and deeper inside me, my pussy hole stretched apart with your bigness, as I felt like myself being filled with you. You pushed harder until I felt your entire dick bury itself deep inside me. I felt the intense pleasure and fullness and I felt you throb inside me. You slowly slid yourself back until only the head was inside, and then slid it back deeply inside. You repeated it, your rhythm getting faster and faster as I scream out my pleasure as I feel you fill me deeply. You went faster and faster, pumping your hard cock in and out of my wet, tight pussy, your pubes rubbing against my clit at each stroke, sending waves of pleasure across my entire body. Finally, you moaned out loud and slammed inside me once more, unloading your load deep inside me, the warm gooey cum shooting in my hole and filing me up. You collapsed next to me, exhausted, as you pulled your dick out from my warmness. We cuddled our nude bodies together, still covered with sweat and juices from our passionate lovemaking. I kissed you gently as we snuggled together, lying there on the blanket on the ground, feeling the air blow across our bodies. I shivered slowly, but your warm arms around me and your skin next to mine warmed me up. I turned my head around stared up into the sky, darkened into an intense blackness, dotted with tiny little crystals, sparkling and shining. "Isn't it beautiful?" I whispered. "Yes, but not as beautiful as you," you murmurs into my ear as you snuggles against my neck once again, kissing and licking it to the way for another intense feeling of passion and love always your's Mohini .... The Night Slayer The vampires smashed their way into the school gymnasium, one of them moving towards Terrance Donald. He shouted to the three students that had been helping him with the research, "Get the fuck out of here." Taking the lead in the retreat, Jimmy Holton was smashed to the floor by another group of vampires entering from the changing rooms. Both Holly Sharp and Emma Pelham screamed. Dressed in a long black leather coat, a lone vampire woman came in behind the others. "Get the lesbian bitches. Leave the others." Watching her vampires begin dragging Holly and Emma towards the exit from the gymnasium, she saw one of the vampires moving to rip open Donald's throat. She was next to him in an instant, pulling out a wooden stake from her coat pocket and slamming into the vampire's chest. Ignoring the vampire turning to dust, she glanced at the others. "I said leave the others." She smiled, showing her fangs. "Someone has to tell the fucking Slayer where to find her friends." "They just fucking came in and took them." Donald looked up from the library desk at Melissa Colwyn. She paced back and forth across the library carpet for a few moments, "Did you recognise the vamp in charge?" There was a long drawn out pause before he gave his answer, "It was your mother." Melissa turned to face him quickly, "Fuck." Jimmy leaned forward across the desk, "I know she used to be your Mom, but that's not her any more. It's a fucking vampire, just like all the others we've dusted. So let's get going and kill that fucking bitch." Melissa stared at him until he sat back down, "Both of you are staying here." Donald shook his head, "It's a fucking trap and you know it, you're going to need all the help you can get." "Of course I know it's a fucking trap, that's why you're both staying out of it." Melissa turned and began walking away. Stepping out from behind the desk, Donald caught up to her by the double doors. "You can't do this alone." She stopped and looked back at him, "I won't be alone." "Fuck, you're not serious. You can't trust him." He grabbed her arm, intending to pull her back. "He's the bastard who turned your mother into a fucking vampire in the first place." Melissa pulled herself free, "He's better now, he's got his soul back and everything. And he's the only one who's isn't likely to get himself killed or fucked and turned into a vampire." Donald remained silently still as she pushed her way out through the library doors. Approaching the gates of the mansion whose occupants Damian had killed when he was evil a couple of weeks ago, Melissa glanced at him behind her. Pushing open the gates, she headed up the driveway, stopping when a pair of female vampires stepped out to block her advance. Their focus distracted towards Damian behind her, she flung two stakes at the vampires, watching them turn to dust as the sharp wood ripped into their flesh. Reaching the main door of the mansion, Melissa glanced back at Damian. "Find another way in. If things get a little fucked up, it'll be nice to know you'll be there to get me out of any trouble I end up in." He nodded slowly, "Right." Waiting for him to disappear around the side of the mansion, Melissa opened the front door and stepped into the large hall. Looking up at the landing at the top of the stairs, she saw Holly and Emma, each with a knife held against their throats by a vampire. Abigail walked along the length of the landing, the leather coat hanging open enough to show that she was otherwise unclothed. Reaching the top of the stairs, she focused on Melissa. "Seems like my little girl has a choice to make." She descended the first few steps, "You can have one of these bitches, but I get to play with the other." "No deal." The familiar voice made her look back towards the two hostages. Damian lunged out of the shadows and staked both of the vampires in quick succession, the knives they were holding dropping onto the carpet with the dust they had become. Continuing down the stairs to the floor of the hall, Abigail turned her attention back to Melissa. "Why didn't you tell me how wonderful it felt to have him inside you? The night he made me a vampire was such a wonderful fuck." Melissa closed her eyes, "Shut up." Her fangs showing when she smiled, Abigail took a few steps towards Melissa. "But he's gone all goody goody again, hasn't he? Tell me, are the two of you going to begin fucking again?" Melissa thrust the stake in her hand into Abigail's breast, her eyes still closed. Abigail looked at her as she began to turn to dust, "Fucking bitch." Letting the stake drop into the dust remains on the floor, Melissa walked out through the open door. Stopping on the path leading to Melissa's house, she unlocked the door and turned to look at Damian standing behind her. "Want to come in?" Following her into the house, he closed the door as she looked at him. He pushed her against the wall and began kissing her, his hand moving down to raise her skirt. Melissa pushed him away, "I can't do this, it's stupid." She looked across at the director, "I know that HBO likes all the swearing and the shagging, and you know I've never had a problem with the nudity. Hell, my character shags a different nice guy vampire every week, but come on really, it's complete crap I'll want to have sex with a vampire that turned my mother only a couple of weeks ago." She began walking off the set, "Give me a shout when you get this crap sorted out." Pushing open the sound stage door, Melissa walked out into the night air, heading straight to her trailer. Stepping out of the shadows from an adjacent building, a man began following her. Reaching her trailer, she opened the door and entered, passing her assistant as she collapsed onto a chair. "Maggie, go and keep an eye on things, let me know when the crap in that script has been dealt with." Turning to face her, Maggie's arm shot out and her fingers gripped Melissa by the throat, forcing her up from the chair. Showing a set of long fangs between her lips, she slammed Melissa against the side of the trailer. Pulling the door open, the man ran inside and grabbed Maggie by the throat, pulling her back from trying to rip open Melissa's flesh. Holding her firmly, the man thrust a wooden stake into Maggie's back, spraying Melissa with blood as the tip ripped out through the front of Maggie's blouse. Letting the body fall, the man smiled as he looked at Melissa. "Can I have your autograph?" She looked at him, "What?" He continued grinning, "I'm Forrest King by the way. Better come with me if you want to see the morning sunrise." Grabbing her hand, he began pulling her behind him. Reaching the trailer door, she looked back. "What about..? King interrupted her quickly, "She won't be bothering us." She pulled her arm from his grasp, "What the Hell is going on?" Checking that outside of the trailer seemed clear, King glanced back at her. "You've been a naughty girl, you've been pissing off the wrong kind of people with this tv show and they want you dead. They hate the idea of being viewed as kind and cuddly in all the things from the nice guy vampires in your show to the Twilight movies. Believe me, the things they had planned for the cast of those movies, well probably not something you want to think about." Melissa took another look at Maggie's body, "But she..?" She raised her fingers to her mouth, "She had fangs." Nodding, King took hold of her wrist again. "She was a Strigoi, she was turned into one of them just to kill you." Melissa still refused to move, "Her body?" "You're expecting her to turn to dust or something." Turning to look at him, she nodded slowly. "I guess." King finally pulled her out of the trailer, "This is the real world, they're not biodegradable like on your show, you know." He stopped when he saw a group standing ahead of them. Pulling her behind him, he headed for the nearest door. "This way." Rushing through, King stopped when he saw the gates to the cemetery set in front of them. Continuing to pull Melissa behind him, he pushed his way through the gates. Holly and Emma looked up abruptly, tearing Donald and Jimmy's throats. King focused on the blood dripping from their mouths, the sharp fangs visible between their lips. He smiled, "Oops, wrong door." The two Strigoi stood up and began to advance towards him and Melissa. Another man stepped out from behind a tall monument and an abrupt glare from him made Holly and Emma stop moving. Glancing at Melissa behind him, King grinned as he looked back towards the newcomer. "Allow me to introduce our new friend, he likes people to call him the Man in Black." "Like Will Smith in the movies?" King shook his head, "More like Valentine Dyall." He saw the blank expression she gave at the mention of the name, "Anyway, it's just to scare the crap out of them. He's a particularly nasty executioner for the Strigoi, he likes to tear the throats out of little children." He took a step forward, "You don't mind if I just call you Mr Black." Reaching behind the monument, the Man in Black dragged Abigail into view, placing a knife to the side of her throat. "Give me the woman or this one dies." King took one more step, "You know who I am." The Man in Black nodded. The grin returned to King's face, "Then I'm sure you know what I did to a Pisachas disciple called Justine. And what I'll do to you if anyone here gets hurt." He glanced at Holly and Emma, "Sorry, ladies, you're the exception." Melissa tugged on the sleeve of King's jacket, "What did you do?" He glanced back at her, "Not much really." He looked back towards the Man in Black, "Just cut her into little pieces with a chainsaw, that's all." The Man in Black tugged on Abigail's hair, pulling her head back to expose more of her throat. "There are no chainsaws here, so you're out of luck." "Got a point, but I've just got three little words to say." King took a few more steps forward, "Lights, camera, action." The dark set was suddenly engulfed in light with the overhead lights coming on and the tips of long wooden stakes burst out through Holly and Emma's chests. Watching the Strigoi that used to be her friends fall, Melissa saw Damian and another man that she recognised as one of the stuntmen retrieving the stakes from the two corpses. King looked back at her, "Didn't think I was foolish enough to be here on my own, did you? My friends Damian and Charlie here have been keeping an eye on you ever since you started doing this show." Releasing Abigail, the Man in Black thrust her towards King and began running for the exit. Smiling as he caught Abigail, he moved her to one side. "Excuse me." He set running after the Man in Black. Slamming into him, King pinned him against the fake grass, Damian and the director rushing forward to aim their stakes at the Man in Black's heart. Looking back at Melissa, he smiled. "You've been playing a vampire slayer for the last couple of months, I think it's about time to try a little method acting." Melissa slowly approached him, "I don't know." Taking the stake that Damian was holding, King offered it to her. "Mr Black here turned your friends into things that wanted to kill you, think about it." Grasping the stake, she positioned it over the Man in Black's heart and gave King one last look. Raising the stake, she slammed it back down into his flesh. The Night Stalker The Night Stalker A Gothic Tale He had always had a thing about medics. Maybe it was that whole "caring for other human beings" thing. Or maybe it was just the starched white coats for the doctors and those cute uniforms for the nurses. Anyway, as always in these matters, motives don't matter. At least they didn't matter to Frances, the focus of his attentions. He'd been watching her for over a month. On the pin board in his cellar was a shrine to his latest obsession. There were photographs sneaked with his mobile phone and those where he had used the long lens from a parked car as she left All Hallows University College Hospital. He'd kept the paper napkin that she'd blotted her bright scarlet lipstick with and that he'd retrieved from her table after she left the coffee bar. There was a strand of her jet black hair that he'd managed to surreptitiously cut, standing so close to her in that packed underground train that he could smell the light, flowery, scent she favoured. Pinned alongside it was a plan of the layout of her apartment building and a list of the places she went; the health club, her favourite bar, and, for some odd reason, the old ruined abbey on the hill overlooking the harbour. His preparations were almost complete. On a small table in front of his shrine, his tools were arrayed like a votive offering to her presence. The picture he'd stolen of her, emerging from the hospital at the top of the steps under the classical pediment of the portico, stood in the middle of the board staring down at the things he'd spread before her. There were the cable ties that would grace her wrists and ankles; there the tape that would stifle any cry; there the mask and gloves that would hide his identity from her. He needed no more than that. He could tell that she was not weak but he knew that he was stronger. No need for weapons; no need for threats. He was fit; he trained his body for his mission and he trained his mind. Her slight build would present no threat. He could sense how she would feel in his arms; her thin waist gripped, pulling her back against him; her already pale complexion drained of blood by fear, those carmine lips pressed silent by his gloved hand. As always the sense of anticipation was sufficient to set his pulse racing. He looked again at where he would keep her; the small cabinet, the shackles, the locks, the hood. And then he knew it was time. The night was dark; cold with the wind sweeping in from the coast. She'd be wearing her long black coat, he thought. Rain began to spit down as he sat in the van waiting; street lamps reflection in the puddles of rain from earlier in the day split by each new drop. He looked up. The street lamp where he had parked the van had failed, how convenient, he thought. He saw her enter the street, head down against the weather, hunched against the cold, hurrying towards the hospital. The blue flash of lightning and the crack of thunder -- unseasonable, but no less intense for that - stopped her in her haste. She looked skywards for a moment and then hurried on. She passed the van. He was standing by its rear doors. "Frances," he called as she went by. She stopped and turned. It gave him his chance. With the proficiency gained of experience and strength drawn from obsession, he took her. Her wrists bound just as those of that blond nurse had been. Her mouth taped shut with the same criss cross pattern he had used on the radiographer. The sedative injection slipped into her arm just as he had for the physiotherapist. So many medics; each with their own speciality, each succumbing to his. He sat in the driver's seat of the van, breathing slowly, regaining composure. She lay quietly, sedated, not quite conscious, behind him. He pulled off his mask, waited for his pulse to slow, and then drove slowly off. The lightning flashed again, this time striking the tower of the Hospital, sparks spitting from the conductor that ran from its tip to earth. He tried to be hospitable but they always found it a shock. She was, as all the others had been, sitting in front of her shrine. She was a distressed as the others had been. Why was it, he thought, that they all found it so difficult to accept the devotion he offered to them? After all he took such great care of them. Of course she was tied to the chair but that was only because she would struggle so. And yes there was the tape on her lips; but couldn't she see that he could not bear to hear her cries? The storm outside was worse than ever; rain streamed down across the tiny barred window high in the wall of the cellar. Bolts of lightning slammed down on the town and the ruins of the abbey on the hill above, throwing strange shadows of mysterious shapes on the window. He turned again to his guest, unfastening her tightly fitting black jacket. Such unconventional garb for a medical student; he felt sure her tutor must have commented on her appearance. She looked almost Victorian; the high-collared jacket in heavy fabric, the long skirt, her dark hair drawn back from her pale face. And beneath the jacket? As she struggled against the ropes that held her he delighted in his first close look at her; the neatness of her waist -- could it be that she was corseted? He studied the swell of her breasts beneath the fine white cotton of her blouse and the way that her slender neck stretched like the stem of some exotic flower from the starched and lace trimmed collar. He paused for a moment, drawing breath and savouring the splendour of the girl's presence, the fulfilment of the dreams and plans of his these last three months. Another flash of lightning; another crack of thunder. The lights in the cellar flickered, dimmed and then failed. He looked up towards the window where a pale blue light showed that the moon at least was still shining between the clouds. With a crack as loud as any bolt of thunder from the storm, the cellar door crashed back, torn from its hinges by some overwhelming force. He turned to face it; first terrified that he had been discovered and then horrified by what he saw. The monstrous shape moved towards him. Taller and heavier than he was the shape seemed human but was endowed with animal like movements and brutish strength. He raised his hand towards the shape, only to have it brushed away with a force that threw him to the floor. As he lay there, half stunned by the violence of the blow, he saw the shape advance on the girl. The thing shambled to where the girl sat staring at it in wonderment. It snapped the ropes that held her to the chair with ease. Then, with a gentleness that seemed unbelievable for a beast capable of such aggression, it lifted her from the chair He watched it in astonishment as the thing held her gently across its shoulder with one giant hand while picking up the chair with the other. The last thing he saw was the barely human, scarred and disfigured face of the creature as the chair was dashed against his head, shattering his skull. The police called at the University the following day. They told Frances that she had had a lucky escape. That they suspected that a man had been planning to abduct her. That he had probably been responsible for the disappearance of other medical staff and scientists from the hospital. That the man had suffered an appalling assault and a violent death although they could not yet say exactly who was responsible. There were puzzling aspects to the crime they said but that need not concern her. They were sure she was safe now. The police inspector was certainly puzzled by the curious matter of the two severed fingers at the scene of the crime, neither from the victim and, according to the forensic reports and DNA tests, not from one person either. But he did not mention this to Frances. Frances thanked them for their concern and said that she was never in any fear. That she took great care to be safe and that, besides, she had friends that looked out for her. The more she thought of it the more she was pleased that her night time work in the laboratory these last few weeks had gone so well. The storm had obviously given sufficient power to animate her creation, though how it had managed to find her she could not yet begin to understand. Doctor Frances Norah Stein was well pleased with herself. She just wished that her friends wouldn't call her 'Frankie'. * © 2007 Freddie Clegg All characters fictitious.