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Demetrius Ch. 01

By: KirkEdwards



Prologue:

In the year 1273, within a remote forest outside Transylvania, a strange light appeared in the nighttime sky. No one was awake to see or hear the intermittent whirring sounds when suddenly the ground shook from an impact. A large part of the vessel embedded itself within the soft forest floor, smoldering until a hand from below and inside the craft appeared as if it were reaching out from the grave. Pulling themselves out of the wreckage the aliens scattered into the darkness of a strange new world. 

Part One:

Chapter 1

♪ "Hot time, summer in the city..."

The effect of the heat showed in the commuter's faces as they made their way home. Rush-hour was always frantic, especially on Friday's. Irritability ran higher than normal as car-horns honked comically in syncopation with the sounds of a distant jackhammer. It sounded like the big city's version of the popular duet Dueling Banjos. 

Demetrius was born in Romania trying to make it here in the computer industry. Most of his family and relatives were still in Europe. He felt displaced and homesick, usually on the weekends. His computer job provided a challenge different than he got from chess. He was handsome and shy, recently turning twenty-three. His difficulty with the English language was perhaps understandable; leading to frequent misunderstandings with American women. His appearance was outstanding, unique in that he had dark curly hair and very pale-blue eyes. His hair and eyes were an unusual combination, fascinating and sometimes intimidating to others. As a child he was told his eyes were a mutation and it was what he told those who often stared at them. 

No one would've guessed what was to happen to him on this night. A Friday much like all the others except this one would set him on a path of self-discovery unlike any other. 

His apartment was nicer than he thought he could afford. Having it all to his self made it seem like a luxury. Fortunately there was no one to object to the ever-present chess set sitting on the card-table in one of the corners. Chess, astronomy and computer magazines were strewn here and there, many unread. In addition to his achievements in chess he loved classical music; it was probably due to his father's decision to expose him to it early on in life. 

His mother disappeared mysteriously after his birth. When he asked his grandmother about her she'd mumble something, taking hold of the rosary hanging from her neck, kissing it while shaking her head. Getting information about his mother from his father was no easier. His questions only seemed to provoke anger, exposing a wound too deep and not yet healed. Out of respect he chose not to pry, allowing him to have the pain he apparently felt he was entitled to. 

The only thing he had to remember his mother by was her picture sitting amidst the mess on one of the end-tables. She was beautiful, there was no denying it. Her sophisticated and distinguished appearance was accented by her flawless complexion. She looked like a countess with hair as black as coal, pulled tight in a bun on the top. A black-ribbon cameo graced her neck. The far away look in her eyes made her appear as though she existed in some other world, different than the one she sat posing in. 

He relied on the different restaurants and delicatessens in the neighborhood for his meals. In the evenings if he didn't have an English class to attend he'd go to the park and play chess til dark. Sometimes he'd play 20 or more people at a time, spending a few minutes at each table before making a move and moving onto the next. He saw the potential threats in his opponent's moves which always make him chuckle. Since his English left much to be desired he used the universal language of body mannerisms and behavior in communicating his thoughts to others. 

One night after a nap and getting cleaned up he made his way to Nick's for one of their corned beef sandwiches. They were topped with a delicious sauce, Swiss-cheese and sauerkraut. As he waited for a refill on his coffee he noticed a smile on a strangers face. She was sitting at one of the tables along the front windows. Something was missing but it never occurred to him what it was at the time. In fact it wouldn't dawn on him for some time what was missing -- her reflection.

He wasn't sure why but he decided then on going to Sangre Maria's, a local dance club. He liked being in a crowd and seeing others dance, especially the girls. And who knew, maybe he'd get lucky. 

♪ Dance to the music...

She was older, thirty-something and stylish. Since so many eyes were on her he felt conspicuous when she looked right at him, acknowledging his presence in a crowd of many. She had very black hair. It was short on one side, shoulder length on the other. The longer side looked feathered, textured and layered with white-frosted ends curling up and out. On the short side there was one large white curl resting on her cheek, held in place some way. 

She wore a black satin dress. It fit tightly caressing and accentuating her curves. He doubted she wore a bra since her large nipples caught his attention, poking out at him from across the room. She moved sensuously to the music while standing at the bar, looking at him until he felt a connection. On what level, he couldn't say. Eventually she made her way out onto the dance floor. He saw her in a series of snapshots made possible by the pulsing strobe-lights, dizzying him with their effect. He closed his eyes momentarily hoping to restore his ability to focus. When he opened them again he saw her gaze, still on him. 

"She's probably out of my league," he thought turning away, taking another swallow of his vodka and tonic.

Normally this would've been the end of his interest but every time he turned away he found himself turning to look at her again, as others nearby were doing. When the music ended the crowd receded, making room for her as she seductively walked towards him. Her hips moved slowly as she approached him. The back-lighting from the flashing strobes enabled him to see through her dress at times. Glimpses of fleshy thighs within her dress made her more appealing. His mouth went dry. He was afraid to reach for his drink, fearing he'd spill it on himself before taking a sip. 

Now standing beside him, he smelled her unique perfume. Beneath its scent there was a surprising sexual odor of perspiration and what could best be described as being wild. Her presence and proximity was unlike anything he ever felt. She placed her left arm on the back of his stool, moving her right hand to his inner thigh, gently squeezing.

"Do you live around here," she asked in an accent similar to his.

He stuck his tongue between his lips wetting them enough to speak.

"Not too far from here," he said nervously swallowing the rest of his drink.

"Why don't we leave so we can get to know one another better? You'd like to get to know me better wouldn't you," she said confidently. There was a rush of excitement in hearing what she was suggesting. 

"Sure," he said getting off the stool. She took him by the arm when quickly they were out the door and on the street.

"Which way," she asked apparently in a hurry.

♪ Strangers in the night...

Once in his apartment she moved close to him, encouraging him to explore her body as she wiggled and rubbed against him. In seeing his eyes she felt another connection, other than matching blood-types. Rather than commenting on either she laughed wickedly in getting him out of his clothes, his excitement showing within his shorts. She took hold of it squeezing it roughly before turning to run to his bedroom. He laughed in hearing her howl like a banshee with enthusiasm. He followed her down the hallway to his bedroom when she leaped onto the bed, quickly undressing in a flurry of motion. 

As he stood beside the bed removing his clothes he watched her as she removed the last of her clothing, a black g-string. She opened and closed her thighs in anticipation. He was at full stand when he got on top of her. She giggled and moaned demonically guiding him inside, making the powerful and compelling connection between male and female. Once made he felt her thrusting upwards, gobbling up his manhood in her moistness until pelvis met grinding pelvis. She seemed pleased in her ability in taking it all, effortlessly. He felt her strength as she rotated her hips up and around, tightening and loosening her interior muscles spastically as though she wanted to squeeze it out of him. 

It had been awhile for him. His excitement grew, feeling a raspy tongue moving on his neck like a snake. And then there was pain, sudden and sharp making him flinch. As quickly as he felt it, it was gone, replaced by a warm fuzzy sensation spreading through him. She sucked noiselessly as he smiled in release, too distracted to know she was swallowing thirstily. 

He was drained, tapped of energy and strength never knowing what happened. When he closed his eyes he went limp, shivering in cold arms of hollow embrace. The last thing he remembered was her pushing him off to the side when he didn't regain consciousness until morning.

♪ "I'm sorry, so sorry. Please accept my apology..."

He awoke around mid-morning, pulling himself out of bed noting there was no sign of her. Strangely the crucifix hanging on the kitchen wall had been draped with a hand towel. After removing it he saw the picture of his mother sitting on the table along with a letter. As he began reading his hand went shakily to his neck, feeling the welts. A cold sweat appeared on his forehead and with trembling hands he read her apologia: 

Dear Demetrius,

Where do I begin? You must believe me; I had no way of knowing who you were until after, when I saw my picture on your end-table. Even now I find it hard to believe, knowing I seduced and fed from you. I know this must not make sense to you, hearing me tell you I'm a vampire but it's true. 

I wanted to be there for you when you were growing up. Somehow I lost control of my life, crossing a line. I found myself falling in love with him -- needing him until he became an obsession. He offered immortality along with numerous other abilities. Abilities I won't attempt to explain at this time. In return he got my hand in marriage; my life changed forevermore. I wouldn't trade what I have now for anything, except maybe to have been there for you when you were growing up.

The wounds on your neck will heal in a few days and no, I haven't turned you into a vampire. I fed from you. Maybe more than I should have... 

You mustn't seek me out unless you want to become one of us. I failed you I know but maybe one day you might consider immortality a gift, one I can share with you if you consider the steps I've taken. I promise you an existence beyond mortality, an existence beyond anything you could imagine. I don't want to make it easy for you to find me but the clues in your doing so are with those you saw me dancing with. You must be cautious in dealing with others like me but if you tell them you are my son they dare not harm you!

I don't know what more to say except, I'm sorry. 

Anastasia 

He got to his feet unsteadily using the kitchen table for support, making his way to the bathroom. After throwing up he raised his head slowly, looking in the mirror. He looked dreadful and pale like he did when he had the flu. Turning his head to look at his neck, he saw the swollen purple puncture wounds.

"They'll heal in a few days," she wrote. 

"Finally after all this time I have something from her," he thought in mock appreciation. It hardly mattered if it was a mistake. Surely there was no intention on either of their parts to engage in incest but like the bumper-stickers say: Shit Happens.

Demetrius Ch. 02



Chapter 2

The following day...

He got to his feet unsteadily using the kitchen table for support, making his way to the bathroom. After throwing up he raised his head slowly, looking in the mirror. He looked dreadful and pale like he did when he had the flu. Turning his head to look at his neck, he saw the swollen purple puncture wounds.

"They'll heal in a few days," she wrote. 

"Finally after all these years I have something from her," he thought in mock appreciation. It hardly mattered if it was a mistake. Surely there was no intention on either of their parts to engage in incest but like the bumper-stickers say: Shit Happens.

At first he felt guilty about what happened until he realized she wasn't human now. Maybe she was human once but he could tell she wasn't when they were together. He knew he'd have to accept her being vampire, even if his brain told him it was impossible. In spite of his conflict he felt a connection with her, a shared past. It was unthinkable for someone so young to be his mother. At the most she looked no more than eight years older than him. After showering he looked better but still felt weak. Opening the medicine cabinet he wondered if he should use iodine, wondering what a pharmacist might recommend. He put a Band-Aid on his neck deciding not to shave. After dressing he made his way to Nick's for something to eat. He was hungry feeling fairly certain he knew the reason why. He didn't know if it was his imagination or not but the sky appeared brighter than usual. No matter what he cursed under his breath, raising a hand to shade his eyes when crossing the street. 

"What the hell's the difference in 'turning' someone as opposed to 'feeding' on them," he wondered while sitting in one of the booths. 

"Tough night last night," Nancy asked as she poured his coffee.

"You dun no the half of it," he said in broken English.

He had his usual eggs over light, toast, sausage, orange juice and home fries. It was enough to replenish him, he hoped.

After eating he decided to go to the park for some diversion thinking it would take his mind off of things. No doubt there was an element of denial at work as he pretended to ignore what happened. He stopped at the drug store, buying the cheapest and darkest pair of sunglasses they had along with a newspaper. The sunglasses were made out of white spaghetti plastic, one-piece frames. They looked hilarious on him but he didn't care as long as they decreased the brightness of daylight. 

Once in the park he sat alone on one of the benches reading the newspaper. Some passed smiling, almost laughing in seeing him. Someone he knew called to him from afar, asking if he got his "shades" in a cereal box.

Something strange happened after he'd been reading awhile. A crow or a raven landed about ten feet away from him. It had something in its beak. It took two steps forward cocking its head, looking at him comically before dropping it and flying off. His curiosity got the better of him when he stood to pick it up. It was a pedal from a red rose. It was strange indeed, not easily overlooked given the circumstances. It was the first of many signs indicating the presence of her in his life once more. 

"I will lead the child in you in wonderful ways for I have chosen you."

He thought playing chess would help in taking his mind off things. While doing so a crowd of onlookers formed watching him play one of the better local players. After their game was over everyone left except for a young pale looking woman who continued to stare at him, commanding his attention from afar. He felt uneasy in feeling her frozen stare. In an attempt at breaking the ice he asked if she'd like to play, not knowing what else to do to lessen his apprehension. 

Without a sign of emotion she sat opposite him, placing a long-stem red rose on the side of the table. She offered no explanation for it, making him all the more nervous. She wore black sunglasses with wide stems, concealing her eyes from the side. She was well groomed, standing out in a crowd with the purple lipstick she wore and all the other provocative things she had going on. Though she looked ashen she didn't appear sickly, not by any stretch. 

He noted her thick industrial-strength ebony fingernails. They looked more like bone or ivory than ordinary fingernails. Perhaps it was understandable that his attention was drawn to her chest and the flawless pale skin leading down to her breasts and their cleavage. Since only the bottom half of her shirt was buttoned, it was hard not to notice. She wiggled out of her backpack as though she wanted to put on a show for him. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her unusual dark nipples were rendered almost black in contrast with the white shirt she wore. 

They set up their pieces in readiness and when they were about to begin she unexpectedly took hold of his hand, squeezing it gently. He wondered if it was a show of affection or simply her way of shaking hands -- making contact. No matter what it was, it sent chills up his spine when it occurred to him she wasn't there to pass time. But above all else, he sensed she wasn't human. 

After an unfamiliar first move he found himself getting in trouble, losing a close endgame. He thought he heard her chuckling but couldn't be sure since it came from deep within her. The sound was melodic and fascinating; unlike anything he ever heard. 

Upon leaving she seemed intent on teasing again, wiggling around suggestively as she put her backpack on. He sensed a smile, though it wasn't visible in her face. It was more like she was conveying a feeling of happiness in someway. When he asked about the rose she explained,

"Someone I know told me to give it to you. I guess she loves you passionately as the color suggests."

She walked around to his side of the table, gently but firmly placing a hand on his cheek. Again he found her touch unsettling, cold and alien. Unexpectedly and surprisingly she licked his ear, whispering intimately:

"I'm Alexis. You can find me at Sangre Maria's. And in case you're wondering, when I suck I swallow too."

He watched her walk away. Her ass looked magnificent in the blue-jeans she wore. She had one of those rare asses he loved; the kind with a space separating each full-rounded cheek. Though spellbound he continued to watch until she faded from view, blending into the scenery as though she was an apparition. He couldn't help but wonder what she meant when she said she swallowed. Was she referring to blood or semen; he could only guess. No matter, he felt he needed to talk to someone with regards to what was happening; how his life had abruptly been turned inside out. But he didn't know who to turn to. He walked the streets as though in a trance, oblivious and uncaring to the smirks he and his sunglasses were getting. He found himself outside a Catholic Church. For the lack of anything better he decided it was a good time to make a visit. Once inside he noticed they were hearing confessions. He entered a confessional removing his sunglasses, fidgeting with them until he heard the partition slide open:

"I've come to ask something, not to confess sins. I found out my mother's a vampire. I think she wants me to be one too. I never knew her until recently. She gave me a letter explaining some things. Things I didn't accept as truth before now. I'm scared. I feel drawn to her. There is so much I want to know, to ask her."

There was no response. Perhaps the priest was measuring his sincerity. Finally and with deliberation the priest said, 

"Have you talked with anyone else on this matter, perhaps a psychiatrist or a family member?"

"No. I have no family here. You're the only one I've talked to. I know it sounds crazy but I have marks on my neck to prove it."

"I understand but this is not a matter we can deal with in the confessional. I can see you in the rectory on Tuesday if you'd like." 

He felt more isolated than he had for awhile, thinking he'd have to go it alone. What was the priest going to tell him, his love was misplaced and she didn't deserve it? Even if he was right it was up to him to deal with it, if he could.

"Okay father, thank you," he said standing to leave.

"Do these things in remembrance of me..."

He sat in one of the pews for a long time nervously fidgeting with his sunglasses, wondering what to do. An early mass began. He watched the ritual of communion being carried out, concerned they turned wine into blood and the Eucharist was supposedly the body of Christ. He knew the participants were expected to consume those things in the spirit of adoration and to connect with a loved one. He felt there was something questionable with the idea of achieving closeness through a form of cannibalism. Not surprisingly it occurred to him he might be seeking help in the wrong place, wondering if he should be filing a police report instead.

Leaving the church he dabbed some holy-water on his forehead. It was done more out of habit than anything else. As he stood atop the long staircase leading down to the sidewalk he thought he saw his mother as she paced back and forth. He used the back of his hand to wipe the holy-water from his forehead, feeling it itching presumably in its evaporation. Or was there another reason for the discomfort it caused, he didn't know. After putting his sunglasses on, he felt certain it was her. She was wearing a long raincoat, a black silk scarf clutched firmly in place, reminding him of the pictures he saw of "Jackie Onasis". 

Suddenly and unexpectedly she stopped her nervous pacing. It was uncanny how she turned to glare straight at him, as though she knew he was there before actually seeing him. Though he couldn't say with any certainty, it seemed she was scolding him for coming out of a church, of all things. Coldly and with what's best described as disgust, she turned in a huff blending into the flow of pedestrians and out of sight.



Demetrius Ch. 03



Chapter 3

When he returned to his apartment he found a package awaiting him. Unlocking the door he studied the package for clues as to who sent it. Pulling the key from the door and pushing it closed with a foot he set the package on the kitchen table before going to the bathroom. As a youngster he took great joy in getting presents, he was no different to this day. 

He jiggled hurriedly flushed and washed his hands. Undoing one side of the band-aid, seeing the swelling had lessened around the puncture wounds.

Taking a paring knife from the kitchen drawer he sat at the kitchen table. After opening the package his eyes were drawn to the wooden box inscribed with the name Rolex. He needed a watch but could never afford one, except for the cheap plastic one he wore. His suspicion as to who sent it was confirmed when he saw the envelope inside with his name on it. Her exquisite and impeccable handwriting was all he needed to know it was from her.

Dear Demetrius,

I told you to seek me out only if you wanted to become like me. But maybe I was too hasty, allowing my surprise get the better of me. I want to have a relationship with you, so we can get to know one another. I feel certain my views and philosophy have merit and will withstand your scrutiny as to their validity. If you become familiar with me, my husband Adrian and your half-sister Katrina; I believe your decision in joining us will come easy to you.

The hardest part in being a vampire is to unlearn the useless nonsense we’re taught as children. The only bad vampires I know are the ones who were once human, unable to make the transition. They turned to evil out of frustration, believing they’ve been damned and were evil themselves. 

I’m aware you’ve met Alexis. She’s dear to me and was chosen to deliver the rose to you. Our coupling is not a cause for shame. You shouldn’t feel it is since neither of us intended to engage in an incestuous act. Besides, I find it difficult to relate to you as a human mother would her son since I’m no longer human. It’s true I gave birth to you when I was human but that was another life. I’m what we refer to as a “trans-species” which is what you’ll be if you decide to join us. It is rare for a trans-species vampire to reach a high level in our society. I was able to do so by marrying Adrian.

Procreation doesn’t come easily to vampires and it’s why we choose to convert certain individuals, like you. We have bonding ceremonies similar to marriage. Love as you and I knew it doesn’t exist in vampires. We are all one and sex is shared freely and openly with each other in order to strengthen our communal bonds. After all, sex is intended to be pleasurable is it not?

Perhaps you view vampirism as a bad thing but are we any worse than humans when they slaughter, process and tenderize their meat before consuming it, selfishly taking its life? We are parasites but we respect life for the most part. Without hosts we couldn’t exist. Contrary to popular belief, we don’t exist solely on the blood of humans as you might think. We have upper and lower fangs. The bottom ones allow us to lock onto the necks of the larger beasts. They’re seldom used if ever when feeding on humans. 

I mentioned there’s a difference in feeding and turning. Perhaps you are concerned so I’ll explain: When we feed we penetrate the artery and drink the blood but if we want to change or turn our host into one of us, our fangs are used to inject a substance into their bloodstreams. This is not an easy technique to master and it only works on humans as our genetics are similar. Unfortunately it can backfire for the inexperienced or uncaring vampires. 

Adrian and I are responsible for all the vampires in a thousand mile radius. We carefully monitor our population so as not to let it get out-of-hand. We decide when and who must be terminated. It’s a ceremony we perform with the knowledge that such sacrifices are necessary in order to maintain the status quo and to control our numbers. For every one thousand humans there is approximately one vampire. It is seldom our intention to change anyone and most of the time it’s done by mistake. 

There are three maidens in training, residing downstairs in Sangre Maria’s. You are a young male and they’d like nothing more than to, how should I say -- feed off your semen. It may surprise you but semen is close to what blood is like. And when they feel it squirting in their mouths, it is the same as if they had ruptured an artery when the pulses of life fill their mouth. The young maidens do not feed on human blood. Their main source of sustenance comes from semen. 

The maidens are permitted to mingle with the crowd and if they find a male that is not a vampire but willing to share his health-food-drink with them, they’re willing to oblige. It takes at least ten male ejaculations a day to provide them with the necessary protein they require. Of course they’re allowed to feed from the blood and sometimes the sperm of larger animals. Mind you, our diets are primarily parasitic.

Alexis once related one of their late-night romps at the horse-barn, where they keep the horses the policemen ride throughout the city and in the park. Vampires have more strength than the great apes and are about four to five times stronger than the most powerful males of your species. It is not a difficult task for one of us to get under a horse, hunch over and to lift his hind legs completely off the ground. This removes his ability to move and to thrust forward in the act of copulation. They can be aroused and brought to an ejaculation using this method, as it renders them immobile as Alexis and her friends, Constance and Isabella have discovered. 

One late summer night they took wing, entering the barn quietly when they reverted to their more human forms. With learned incantations and songs of tranquility they sung softly, calming the beasts. They moved their hands over the animal, caressing it while rubbing their bodies against it until an intimate bond and tranquility was established.

They used their tongues as sensors, locating the artery in its neck. Once found the blood-letting began. They took turns feeding, sometimes masturbating. Apparently they found what they were doing arousing as did the horse. Their pampering and skillful use of their hands on its underbelly had the beast in a state of sexual readiness in no time, pleasing them in the fun they were having.

After having their fill of blood, Alexis got under the hindquarters of the animal lifting its back feet off the ground while the other two girls continued their incantations. They began stroking, fondling and reassuring the animal until it began to convulse letting loose its warm, milky seed for them. 

Alexis playfully held the giant cock in her hands, positioning it between her legs as though it was her own. The other two sat waiting in eager anticipation smiling at one another, clicking their tongues to convey their thirst and readiness. As you might expect the discharge was voluminous, each taking their fill until the beast was nearly drained. Alexis then let the horse down, milking what was left to satisfy her own needs.

Afterwards they held hands, forming a circle while singing a vampire’s song which has no English translation. It is in the spirit and celebration of life. If you didn’t know better you’d think they were singing ring-around-the-rosy, gleefully circling in the merriment of their dance and repast. 

I know this must sound horrid to you but they’ve found it to be tasteful, nutritious and rewarding. They have done similar things with many other animals such as deer, goats and cattle; finding each to have their own unique offering. Sometimes while the others fed one of the girls would sit on the beasts back, positioning the animal’s spine between their legs as they moved back and forth, bringing themselves to a climax. Afterwards they’d caress the animal affectionately, sensing the animal enjoyed the experience as well. Keep in mind we are inherently closer to the animal kingdom than humans are and they accept us freely as being a part of the chain of life and as one of them.

Decadence you might say? Perhaps to you but that is the difference in our species. For a human to do these things, I agree it would be deplorable but we are parasites. In your bible it says, “Man shall have dominion over the animals”. We adhere to this tenet but we don’t consider killing them as having dominion over them the way humans do. 

The other day I was in the park and there were four young boys throwing rocks at a squirrel as though it had no right to its existence. They were relentless until they killed it. The boys puffed out their chests as though they provided some valuable service to mankind in eliminating a creature they apparently felt they had dominion of. Where do humans learn this behavior, if not from the corrupted books you invest so much belief in -- books written by those who didn’t even have a grade school education and had no concept of scientific understanding whatsoever when even eclipses were mysterious. Add to it their writings were handed down from generation to generation when much was lost and misinterpreted with their incompetence.  

Alexis has made it clear she wants you to visit her, to sample her oral talents if you’d like. She’s promised me you won’t be disappointed. She might become aroused as well and if you’re lucky, she might give you a chance to reciprocate; assuming you’re willing of course. If you are able to bring her to climax you’ll discover a tasty substance coming from her. If you swallow it you’ll discover the amazing effects it has. Her discharge is a powerful aphrodisiac and will likely affect you in a positive way. Call it “black magic” if you like but I think you’ll be delighted. 

Alexis is dear to me; like a daughter. If you visit her, under no circumstances should you attempt sexual intercourse with her. There are unforeseen events that can take place if you attempt it. It’s very complicated and I don’t have time to explain it now but she can turn into a wildcat, doing bodily harm to you. Perhaps it’s enough to say it’s an instinctual response, one a natural born female vampire has when a human attempts to penetrate her. 

Anastasia

He reread the letter, conceding they were no longer mother and son; not by any stretch of the imagination. Maybe they were at one time but it was clear she was no longer human. The part about humans slaughtering and mistreating animals was true enough. He questioned who really was more humane, man or vampire. And as she said, the source of our religious fervor was so obscure and limited by circumstances, only those with blind faith were able to embrace fairytale ideology -- those convinced they had a soul, unwilling to accept mortality. 

He didn’t know where he stood on these issues, not yet. There was much to consider, too much in fact. He knew the reality of vampires was real enough when he’d yet to witness anything close to being a miracle. 

He wanted to get to know what was left of his mother. To talk to her and to find out if she chose vampirism or if it was thrust upon her. His head spun with everything happening and so quickly. He thought he’d get a better handle on things after he had some time to digest it; after a nap when he’d be able to see things rationally.



Demetrius Ch. 04



Chapter 4

He slept longer than expected. It was probably due to the stress he was dealing with. It's not often we find ourselves confronted by something once thought of as being fiction, only to discover it was indeed real. 

Lost in thought he picked up the watch wanting to try it on but didn't. He liked it but didn't want to wear it, thinking he'd be making some sort of a concession if he did. He wasn't ready to accept vampirism let alone what appeared to be an invitation to join them. The thought was too weird to consider as he returned it to its box, closing it slowly. 

The subject of vampirism was new and his curiosity about it became an obsession. He wanted to stop at the library before they closed. He realized much of it was heaped in lore, like Robin Hood and Sherwood Forest. Yet even to this day many continue to find arrowheads and other signs of Robin Hood's presence in Nottingham. 

While in the library he came across an interesting book suggesting vampires were from a distant star-system. If indeed they were aliens, they would've evolved differently than humans and as far as he could tell, they did. The only other explanation would be that they were an inscrutable subspecies, like we consider Bigfoot to be. None of his mother's letters indicated anything so bazaar yet plausible. Was it possible she didn't know or didn't care about their origins? 

So many questions occurred to him: 

"Were vampires evil because they didn't have souls or because they have an affinity for human blood. And if souls were invisible, how do we know they don't have one. And perhaps more importantly, why would you need a soul if you lived forever?" 

He closed the last of the books he was reading before folding his arms on the pile and burying his head in his arms, overwhelmed by the possibilities -- hoping for inspiration that never came. 

Eventually he left the library returning to his apartment. He shaved and showered, putting on a fresh band-aid planning to stop at a local sports-bar later. He saw no reason to go to Sangre Maria's due to the nature of the place. He wasn't ready or willing to flirt with danger, knowing enough to be cautious. For all he knew there might be a porthole to a whole new dimension there. Though fascinated by the idea he knew such things could be dangerous. 

A much needed diversion with George at the bar...

After watching nearly an entire soccer game he saw one of his chess friends entering, looking tired and haggard. He offered to buy George a drink. George smiled in acceptance patting Demetri on the back before sitting on the stool beside him. 

"So what's new George, I haven't seen you for awhile."

George watched the bartender placing his drink in front of him. He nodded to the bartender before taking a sip, preparing for what he was about to say.

"I don't know Demetri I think I'm losing it. My concentration is kaput. I can't even sleep for more than three hours at a time. I wake up in the middle of the night forgetting why I went to bed in the first place."

Demetri would be hard pressed in finding anyone to get his mind off of things the way George could and with little or no prompting he related the following experience, much to Demetri's amusement: 

I decided to join a church group called Single Parents with Children; thinking I might meet someone nice. It was a few Saturdays ago and we were supposed to go picnicking in the country. I brought two huge tubs of potato salad holding one under each arm. Everyone was supposed to bring something, right? 

We met in the churchyard where there was a large group of people gathering, standing around talking and getting to know one another better. There I was nodding my head, smiling instead of shaking hands like everyone else was doing; my arms full with potato salad. 

This was new to me, church-gatherings. I met a lot of new people. I didn't see anyone who caught my eye but I knew I had a lot of new names to remember. Eventually someone came out of the church telling us we could get on the bus since everyone was there and we could be on our way. 

There I was with my arms full and in an effort to make others laugh, I pointed my feet outwards as I waddled back and forth hopping up the steps, one at a time. You know like penguins, they don't have knees I guess. Everyone got a kick out of it and began to laugh, making sure I wouldn't fall. I can see it now, there's George lying on his back in a pool of potato salad, right?

It had been a while since I'd been on a school bus. I found it brought back some memories. You know...

Anyway, the picnic was a lot of fun. We played games, socializing and having a good time the whole day through until we boarded the bus to leave. I sat in an aisle seat. A guy named Evan sat on my right. In front of me, against the window was a full-figured young woman named Connie who engaged me in conversation a few times earlier in the day. I could tell she liked me by the way she looked at me. She had that look...the one some women get when they meet someone they're interested in.

Connie leaned against her left shoulder turning to look at me, smiling and letting me know she was still interested. I guess it was then I realized she had a cute face, maybe pretty. Though she's a little on the heavy side like me she's perfectly proportioned. She asked if I had a good time since I wasn't talking much. 

"Being on a school bus brings back some childhood memories for me," I said.

"How so," she wanted to know. "Well, the first time I ever kissed a girl was on a school bus."

"Did you kiss her or did she kiss you," she asked still smiling.

"I guess it was mutual. Her name was Libby. She scrunched up her face, puckering up to let me know she wanted me to kiss her. She looked more like someone was going to smack her with a two-by-four than in getting ready for a kiss. It just so happens, our seating arrangement now is the same as it was then."

"You mean she looked like this," Connie said pursing her lips in imitation if not invitation when I thought she wanted me to kiss her.

The bus slowed unexpectedly. I was thrust forward towards her inviting lips. Suddenly she looked very attractive to me. Maybe it was due to our closeness or her willingness but I kissed her. It was very nice. Maybe one of the nicest kisses I ever had. I probably broke it off too soon fearing what I was doing might be wrong. It was the same way I felt when I was younger, guilty and uncertain of myself. 

Connie pouted doing her cute version of a little girl sobbing, suggesting the kiss was too short. Again the bus slowed when I was close enough to kiss her a second time. So I did. The second one was even better than the first. She welcomed me with her incredibly soft lips, opening them as she caressed the side of my face with her hand until I wanted to jump out of my seat in excitement.

It was incredible. Here I was kissing her when only moments before we were only acquaintances. It'd been a while since I'd kissed anyone. I felt myself getting aroused and when I did I realized it would be easy for us to get involved, if for no other reason than to share in these kisses.

She smiled at me saying, "Did you like that as much as I did?"

I didn't know what to say. I looked back and forth between her and Evan. He smiled at me as if to say, "Go for it." For the lack of anything better I said, "It was very nice."

"Well, would you'd like to go to the concert tomorrow night with me? Maybe we can see where this is heading then. And after the concert I can introduce you to my little boy if you'd like."

So I figured she had a son and this was a church-group for Single Parents with Children and it made sense to me. I actually felt complimented she'd suggest it after just meeting.

Anyway, I agreed. We met in the churchyard deciding I'd drive. She leaned to kiss me on the cheek squeezing my hand affectionately. I thought her excitement showed in her face.

She brought a blanket for us to lie on and as we did she turned on her stomach looking at me with her face close to mine. I got the feeling she wanted to say something. Instead she moved her mouth to mere inches from mine. I felt her tongue on my lips lightly circling them with her tongue before we kissed, openly and passionately. It seemed each kiss got better than the last and when I told her as much she agreed saying,

"And let's not forget the ultimate kiss. I'm very good at that you know. At least that's what everyone tells me. Do you have a problem with a woman that loves doing it that way?"

I told her I didn't when she said, "Good". We continued to kiss when I felt her hand moving up my thigh. She chuckled knowing exactly what she was doing to me. Our interest or purpose in being at a concert fell by the wayside quickly. So we left. She told me we could go to her apartment and I could meet her little boy.

Once in her apartment she paid the babysitter before going into one of the bedrooms. She gently closed the door putting a finger to her lips saying, "He's sleeping".

"Why don't we go to my bedroom," she said smiling leading the way. It was already dark outside and her room was dark too. After undressing we got under the covers. We began to kiss when she kissed her way down my stomach until I felt her mouth on me. What an incredible mouth she has. I never knew one like hers and she had me close in no time at all.

"Have you ever been teased before," she asked. I wasn't sure what she meant and I guess my silence suggested as much.

"Have you ever been brought to the point of ejaculating when the person doing you would stop like I did?"

I told her maybe once and she asked me how many times the person did it before they let me come. I told her just once. She told me she liked to tease and it aroused her while she was doing it. So much so it wasn't unusual for her to have a climax too.

"Do you think you could be brought to the edge four times and then on the fifth neither of us would stop?"

Well, she brought me to the edge four times expertly, knowing exactly how close I was each time. And after the fourth time she said, 

"Are you ready? This is it now and there's no stopping, right? Are you sure you want me to do it to you, the whole way?"

I think she was as excited as I was. I could tell she had her hand between her legs, moving it furiously as I approached my crisis. She moaned the entire time, trembling and jerking spastically making me think she came too, like she said she might. It was great. It was terrific to meet someone who liked doing it as much as she did. To the point she could reach a climax of her own as I did almost simultaneously. She came up from under the covers lying next to me, cuddling. Though I could barely see her face I somehow knew she was smiling at me.

"Yummy," she said as though I'd given her a delicious box of candy. Then she took my hand and moved it over her breast and down to her stomach, when I felt a small gooey puddle on her belly. It was too far up on her stomach to have come from between her legs. Yet stupidly, I continued to feel it, wondering what it was when she said,

"My little boy really likes you I guess. Why don't you touch him? He loves being fondled afterwards."

I did but it was more in disbelief than anything else. I found the smallest set of cock and balls anyone could imagine. I mean her balls were no bigger than small marbles and her flaccid moist penis couldn't have been much bigger than an inch long.

She cooed as I touched her, rubbing herself against me when she said,

"Sometimes my little boy is almost three inches long when I'm really excited."

Well, I got out of there in a hurry as you might imagine. When I asked her about her little boy she told me she thought I knew saying, 

"Everyone in our church-group knows. You mean no one told you?"

"But I thought you looked in on him after paying the babysitter. You said he was sleeping..."

"Oh, you mean my father. He recently had a stroke and moved in with me so I could take care of him."

George told his story rather calmly but near the end Demetri could tell he was becoming untied, maybe on the verge of a breakdown or in some cases a breakthrough. George emptied his glass, hands trembling before turning to Demetri saying: 

"She's sweet, caring and lovely. She's innocent and looks nothing at all like a male. I mean she looks more like a girl than most girls do. She calls me two or three times a day to apologize. She feels sorry. Not for herself but for me, George."

After some thought and taking a large swallow of his drink he continued with,

"I should return her calls but something inside me keeps me from doing it. Everyday I find myself closer, telling myself maybe tomorrow. It seems I should throw everything I was taught in life out the window. Start all over again on a different planet where up is down and down is up." 

Demetri realized they were both being pursued and persuaded by very different yet frightening creatures. Some were on the outside peering into our souls. But the ones already within us were far more formidable. He wondered who was worse off, feeling fairly certain he knew. Surely George had a list of issues to address but was there a comparison to be made? 

"When does it happen? Is it too late for me now? Am I gay? What if I called her to ask her out on a date? Would it mean I've been turned? My god I'm doomed. What if I kiss her now knowing what I know? How about then, would I be gay then? 

"I have a whole list of things I can't answer. That's me, questions rain down on me from the entire universe. But I have no answers, not one fucking answer. What if she wants to do it to me again and I let her. Am I gay then? Is that when I cross the line? Go ahead tell me, I can deal with it. My god, what've I become?"

Demetri realized George was trying to deal with personal issues as he felt overwhelmed and ill-equipped to do so; issues the world in its infinite wisdom impose on so many of us. Like most, he was baptized in dung instead of holy-water. George continued in exasperation placing his arms on the bar as he shook his head in disgust. 

"What if she wanted me to kiss her little boy? That's it, that's when I'd be gay, right? Or what if she wanted me to do it to her, back there," he said looking behind himself to emphasize his meaning. He wiped the sweat from his brow, almost squeezing it out of his forehead with his fingers. 

"When does it happen? What is the line we cross when we've been turned? What if I was sleeping one night with her and her little boy finds its way between my cheeks? That's it, that's when it happens right? And then I wonder what if someone I know finds out about her and says with their pinky extended, 

"'Gee George; I didn't know you were that way.' What do I say then? What if I fall in love with her and ask her to marry me? What kind of a mother would she be for my daughter? I can hear my daughter now when she comes running to me and screams, 

'Daddy, mommy has a peepee between her legs like you!'" 

Demetri wiped the tears from his eyes, patting George on the back as he stood to leave. He couldn't take anymore of his tragic-comedy routine. Though he was still troubled he felt better in his ability in dealing with his situation, even if he had no comprehensive plan to go on.



Demetrius Ch. 05-06



Chapter 5

It was almost three in the morning yet there was still traffic; insomniacs doing whatever they did at this late hour. It was a beautiful summer night, still warm. He walked three blocks before turning to go down a street less busy, less traveled and regretfully darker than the one he left. He questioned his prudence being unaware of what places to avoid, since what's normally safe during the day is often not at night.

He intended on taking a shortcut when suddenly something swooped down on him almost knocking his baseball cap from his head. 

"What the fuck," he said ducking, turning around quickly but seeing and hearing nothing. 

He went a few more blocks until he was at the alley. He stopped, listening and peering into the alley's darkness before taking ten cautious silent steps. He thought if he saw anything he'd turn and run. 

He was about halfway through when suddenly someone stepped out of one of the darkened doorways on his right causing his exclamation of surprise, being startled. And then another assailant wearing a black motorcycle jacket appeared suddenly from the shadows on his left.

Fearfully Demetri began backpedaling keeping the two of them in sight and at a distance. He was about to turn to run when suddenly and unexpectedly he bumped into someone. He felt what he thought was a gun to his back when suddenly all three of them quickly converged on him demanding his wallet.

Apparently he paused too long and before he knew it he'd been hit and kicked several times, finding himself lying face down on the ground. One of them practically ripped his pocket off his pants when taking his wallet.

"Waste him," he heard one of them say. In shock and disbelief in what they intended he rolled to his side looking up at them in an attempt to plead for his life. He'll never forget the expression on their faces as he saw them looking down the alley. Their alarm showed clearly in their faces. When he looked in the direction they were looking he saw it too...

Lurking in the shadows with glowing eyes, it sounded unlike anything he ever heard. Suddenly and with what's best described as an angry growl from hell, it traversed the distance at lightning speed, bounding off one wall before the other with the speed of a hawk. It was more like something seen in a movie than in real life. He heard two loud echoing shots being fired. The bullets hit and ricocheted off the dumpster at the far end of the alley with a ping and a thud. 

What he saw next happened so fast it seemed unreal. It was the most violent and gruesome thing imaginable. The creature took two or three swipes at the gunmen's neck when blood and chunks of flesh were flying off in all directions. The gunman was still standing with the look of shock in his eyes though he was probably already dead. He toppled lifelessly to the ground like a mannequin. The only thing preventing his head from falling off and rolling away was it was still precariously attached to his spinal cord by some vertebrae. 

The thug with a knife ambled backwards against the other wall dropping it, looking at the creature in shock. Before he knew it he was on his back when the creature put a foot on his neck reaching into his throat, ripping his tongue out before throwing it to the ground with a disgusting splat. 

The third assailant, the one with the motorcycle jacket was running for his life. He just turned the corner at the end of the alley when in the blink of an eye the creature closed the distance on him. Unheeded pleas for mercy were heard before a brief scuffle and then, there was silence...

Except for the gurgling sounds coming from the throat of the thug who had his tongue ripped out. Lucky for him he turned to his stomach before passing out. By doing so he probably saved himself from drowning in his own blood. 

Demetri lay trembling not believing what happened and what he saw. Though it seemed real enough his brain was yet to comprehend. After awhile he got to his feet picking up his wallet. He clutched it tightly with shaking hand; walking backwards out of the alley. 

Chapter 6

His hand was still shaking when he tried getting the key in the lock. Eventually entering his apartment he sat in the dark at his chess-set, not knowing for how long when unexpectedly he knocked the king over. He watched in fascination as it rolled back and forth before stopping, unmoving and lifeless when he recalled the adage: After the game the king and the pawns are returned to the same box. 

It was hot. He opened all the windows making his way to his bedroom. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling, trying to erase the visions from his memory. Not being able, he undressed. He walked around the room naked not knowing what to do. When the absurdity of his restlessness hit home he laid down again. Placing two pillows under his head, he stared at the ceiling before closing his eyes. He waited to feel the cooler night air on him, hoping the sensation would be enough to distract him.

He tried counting sheep but every time they jumped the fence, they were decapitated by the creature in the alley. When he finally got to the point of relaxation he heard some sort of singing coming from somewhere. It sounded more like a melodic incantation. At first he thought it was coming from outside until it grew louder, drawing near. He was petrified when he felt a presence, knowing someone or something was in the apartment with him. Of course it scared him given the circumstances. All he needed was a flash of lightning when he'd lose it for sure. He was on the verge of panic when suddenly the singing became a lullaby of serenity. Though it was sung in an unknown language, he knew he'd heard it before. 

He lifted his head so he could look down the narrow hallway to the living room. Though it was dark he saw a shadowy figure appearing at the end of the hallway, moving towards him slowly until he recognized who it was. 

She wore only a waist-long black satin cape with a Victorian collar. It was tied at the neck, spangling and silently fluttering outwards as she closed the distance. She moved smoothly appearing to float or levitate towards him. When she was near enough, he saw her bejeweled body. Her nipples were pierced with a thin two inch silver wire. At the end of each wire, a single teardrop pearl hung from a dainty chain. 

Reaching the foot of his bed she raised one knee placing it on the bed before untying her cape, letting it fall in a whisper. She crawled up the bed hovering over him, letting him feel her piercings as they dangled on his chest and stomach. He tried to pull the covers up to protect himself when he discovered his paralysis, his brain and body were no longer connected.

He closed his eyes trying to stop what he was unable to prevent. Though he was paralyzed his erection seemed immune in its growing excitement. He felt her jewelry gently teasing him with what seemed demonic power. 

She took hold of him, gripping the outer layer of skin, moving her hands up and down over the hardening inner core. He felt her position one hand at the base, the other above it. Removing her first hand she placed it above her second seeming to measure his length. It was apparent he was a little longer than three of her hands. With two hands on the upper half she moved them up and down, using her thumb to tease the nerves beneath the head as she continued to hum her lullaby. 

Keeping one hand at the top she moved the other lower, cupping and fondling his balls. Inexplicably he felt their contents begin to warm, bubbling up like a molten mass of lava when she took him in her mouth, still humming as he lay helpless and motionless. 

For some reason she stopped, quickly straddling his hips positioning her sex at the base of his, moving slowly up and down. Warm slick tingling juices coated his erection as she continued to move up and down. Each time she got to the top of her stroke she'd linger, moving her opening in little circles enticing and daring him to make the connection. He didn't know if he could stop. All he had to do was arch his lower back when it would've been so easy. 

"Put it in me darling. You know you want to. Its okay, I promise. Just put the head in and let me do the rest."

She wanted him to join in her world of sinless behavior where vampires were not held to the same standards as humans. Shaking his head and gritting his teeth he fought the temptation as he felt the wrong in doing such a thing. How could he do it when he'd be no better than one of them?

"I'm scared. I don't want you to change me. I want to understand you better. What happened to you? Questions I've had forever have gone unanswered. I want to ask you certain things so I can understand better. Why did you leave and why couldn't you be the mother I needed?" 

She saw a tear run from the corner of his eye. Surprisingly she did something she no longer thought she was capable of doing; she cried. It was a woeful sound, scaring him until he understood what he was hearing. He'd awakened a distant past within her when for the first time she felt remorse along with those dreadful human emotions. Emotions were a weakness and she took pride in believing she ridded herself of them. Until now when they began to surface, even if she hated it. 

It occurred to her his conversion wasn't going to be easy. She'd never been the tolerant sort, realizing she needed a different approach. She rolled to her side looking at him, kissing a tear from his cheek with a lick, seeing how he looked when he smiled for the first time.

"Okay, ask away. I'll try to answer your questions but mind you we must make haste as the morning light is nigh."

"Did you go willingly into vampirism or were you coerced when Adrian took control of you and stole you away from me and dad?"

"Cautiously at first, I questioned if I knew what I was doing and if I was being persuaded against my will. Adrian is not like that Demetri. He genuinely loves me and when he proposed marriage, I told him he could turn me on our wedding night. I tried to figure out a way to take you with me but he wouldn't hear of it. He and I believed you'd eventually come willingly, on your own.

"I'm happy in my new life with my increased senses and abilities. Everything is made better and sex is one of those things. I love the power inherent in vampirism. It makes me feel as though I've been given a chance to live at a higher level, being more than I once was." 

"But you left me," he said noting he regained the ability to wipe a tear. 

"I know and I'm sorry. It's why I'm trying to make it up to you in the only way I know. Perhaps I'll come again if I find the strength, so we can talk more. Simply leave your window open and I'll find my way in, as I did when you were an infant. When no one knew I was with you. I used to sing a vampires lullaby to you like the one you heard tonight."

She placed her hand on his stomach. She looked at his navel when he thought he knew what she was thinking. It was the vestige of their connection was it not? Strangely she kissed it, when suddenly he felt her teeth. She looked at him asking if she could taste him again. But before he could protest he felt her abruptly puncturing his flesh. Her fangs were like a scalpel. Though it hurt at first, it was only momentary. He looked down, feeling as though he was an onlooker happening to be in the neighborhood as a pool of blood formed in the hollow of his bellybutton. Amazingly enough he saw her lap it up, much like a kitten would a bowl of warm cream. 

After a few mouthfuls of humanity and looking pleased, if not refreshed she said,

"By the way, don't concern yourself with what you saw in the alley. They were pieces of shit and if your society is to be a healthy living organism, there must be a way for it to expel its waste. You can thank our species for taking care of what your laws prohibit you from doing." 

He watched as she got off the bed retrieving her cape. She tied it to her neck looking at him one last time, shaking her head for some reason. Suddenly she turned walking on cat's feet down the hallway when he saw her well-formed ass, only partially concealed by the cape. He didn't know whether to pity or praise her, only feeling the void she left behind in abandoning him. 

When she was at the end of the hallway, he got chills in seeing the transformation. In a fluttering moment of blurred activity she was gone, taking a tooth full of his essence with her into the night. 



Demetrius Ch. 07-08



Chapter 7

♪ Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain...

He heard the rain and thunder knowing it was probably raining in his apartment. But he was too tired to get out of bed, allowing nature to have its way as he pulled the covers over his head to keep warm and prevent the light of day from intruding, interrupting him.

He slept another hour or so only to awaken with an erection. He went over the events of the last few days ending with his mother's most recent visit. He wondered if she knew how close he was to clutching her ass to him in sexual need. The need she elicited with whatever powers she laid claim to. He didn't want to hate her, not yet, not until he understood better. 

Choosing to ignore his erection and other thoughts, he closed the windows mopping up the rain puddles. He took a shower when his erection returned. With little effort and of impure thought, he watched in fascination, seeing it swirling down the drain. 

Getting out of the shower and wrapping a long towel about his waist he tended his godforsaken wounds, bandaging them. He found himself running through a list of questions for her. He understood she wasn't human. When she lay on top of him comforting him, he heard those sounds from within her. It never occurred to him vampires could have their own language and means in conveying their thoughts to one another. The idea would explain how Alexis sounded after their chess game when she won. It was all too new and too much to understand. As he thought about it he found himself taking the watch from the box once more, trying it on. Understandably he liked how it looked on him. He set the time wanting to see if it was as accurate as their claims. He returned it to the box not ready or willing to wear it yet, allowing it to remain as the symbol of resistance he thought of it as being.

Still wearing only his towel and mumbling, "resistance is futile" he opened his door to get the newspaper. The woman from across the hall was unlocking her door. She looked over her shoulder, seeing how he was dressed. She watched him pick up the Sunday newspaper when he greeted her. Her eyes went to the area between his legs when she smiled approvingly. He felt self-conscious and embarrassed, deciding not to linger. 

Anxiously wanting to see if the incident in the alley received any press and how the writers portrayed it, he began leafing through the paper. He realized it wasn't only terror he felt but there was a sense of retribution in seeing the thugs getting what they perhaps deserved. The attack was very effective as though it was carried out by a trained assassin. When he came across the story he saw what happened to the third thug. He had a hole in his chest, his heart missing. They called it a satanic ritual of disembodiment which resulted in the death of two. The third was still in critical condition with life threatening injuries to his throat. He wondered how and when Satanism gained a level of acceptance in society when writers could explain it in such a way.

"Were vampire's hell's death spawn," he wondered deciding to add it to his list. 

Sunday in the park with George...

He went to the park as he always did on Sundays. There were vendors selling the hotdogs he loved. After buying one he watched a chess game in progress between two young men he knew. When they heard him chuckle they asked him why he was laughing. He attempted to explain the hidden depth inside the position, showing them things they weren't capable of seeing until he pointed them out to them.

"Chess positions are like onions, layers on top of layers," he said when he looked up seeing a smiling George. He had his daughter Amy and a young woman with him. He wasn't sure who the young woman was but she wrapped her arms around one of George's, pressing against him and smiling. They approached when George said, 

"Demetri, I wanted you to meet Connie. We sat together in church today and when she asked me why I hadn't returned her calls I told her I was afraid. Go ahead Connie, tell him what you said to me."

"Well, I told him he was getting ahead of himself and we should be friends and forget about sex for now. I told him I understood his concerns thinking we could get through them if he liked me enough. The sermon was about our learning to accept and to love one another, regardless of our differences. I looked down seeing our hands holding the person next to us. It was nice, as though we were a family."

George seemed pleased saying, "Would you ever guess, you know -- she has a little boy?" 

Connie poked him in her embarrassment. Amy was doing something Connie didn't approve of when she bent to pick her up, holding her before kissing her on the cheek. Amy returned her kiss saying,

"Daddy, will you marry Connie so she can be my new mommy?"

George smiled, rolling his eyes when it was clear he wasn't ready for the idea. Demetri thought George was on his way in doing the unthinkable. He wasn't sure if George was capable of thinking outside the box, wondering if he was capable of doing it himself.

After they said goodbye he watched the three of them walk away. George glanced back at Demetri, smiling and waving at him when Connie bent to tend to Amy in her needs. It touched him in seeing humans embracing the un-embraceable, provided they had the willingness and motivation to do so. He understood love was a powerful force and knew he still loved his mother in spite of what happened to her, what she apparently allowed to happen to her in the name of love. 

Chapter 8

♪ Monday, Monday can't trust that day...

He left the windows open as she suggested but she never came. He woke around five in the morning looking for signs of her. It was like waking up on Christmas morning and not seeing any presents under the tree. He felt anxious and letdown wondering how much more disappointment he could take and what lay in store for him. The days came and went when there was no further contact, as though everything had returned to normal.

"Surely this isn't the end of it is it," he asked the walls. 

He was annoyed the whole day long. Wondering and waiting for a sign, a crow -- a message delivered by some mysterious courier. But there was nothing until one day a package awaited him outside his door. It was the first of several. It was not mailed, looking as though someone had dropped it off. On Wednesday he received a large box from Macy's with slacks, shirts and a few sweaters. On Thursday he received another small gift which was an expensive man's charm bracelet. There was one charm on it, a bloody looking teardrop shaped ruby. Aside from the gifts there was no sign of her in his life. He wondered if she'd given up in trying to convert him but still wanted to remind him of her presence. It was as if she resided somewhere in his periphery, out of sight and within the dark shadows of agonized memory.

He remembered the appointment with the priest on Tuesday but no longer felt the same sense of urgency driving him. He'd accepted her and the existence of vampires as being real. Without his awareness he was becoming an expert on the subject, probably knowing more than most on the subject. He sensed a change was taking place within him too as though he was becoming a different person. Once you find out your mother's a vampire, it's hard to hold onto any self-esteem you may have had. Things he once objected to became acceptable and less bazaar. Even the things he once thought were wrong began to have a certain appeal.

Beth...

One night he heard a knock at the door, looking through the peephole he saw it was the woman from across the hall. She introduced herself as Beth, holding up a measuring cup asking if she could borrow a cup of sugar. He invited her in and while filling her cup she smiled saying,

"My husband's away a lot and I was wondering if I could come over to hang out sometime, if you'd like. I haven't seen any girls coming and going. Say, you're not gay are you?" 

He told her he wasn't. She asked if she could see the rest of his apartment and when they were in his bedroom she decided to take the lead in seducing him. She snuggled into his arms, making it obvious what she had in mind. She was more experienced in these matters and didn't like the idea of a drawn-out attempt at seduction. 

The idea of a non-complicated sexual relationship was appealing to him. And so their affair began. The nature of it was purposeful sex. All he had to do was make an effort in not disappointing her, he didn't. But he drew the line when she fell asleep once and she didn't seem to be in a hurry to return to her apartment.

"I don't think we should sleep together do you?"

"No, I guess I felt comfortable being here. I'll leave now."

She would've liked it if he asked her to stay but when he didn't, she dressed feeling miffed. He felt the need to make ground-rules even if he liked her company. He wondered why things like adultery could be exciting in spite of what we're taught, as his mother said. 

The next time Beth knocked on his door she came in and sat on his couch inviting him to sit beside her. She asked if he liked oral sex. When he told her he did she said,

"Why don't we make Wednesday's our oral night. You can bring me to climax with your mouth a few times and then I'll do you -- okay?"

He laughed in agreement to her proposal. She told him her husband didn't like having it done to him all the way because he thought it was a part of foreplay. She explained when she was younger, oral and anal sex were the things she liked best.

Then about a week later she knocked with her special knock, three a pause, two more followed by another pause and one hard one. She was wearing an opened housecoat clutched together with her hand at her chest. She looked like she'd been fucking, a dreamy sexy look on her face, her hair a mess.

"He just left and won't be home for a few days. I was wondering if you'd be willing to fulfill one of my fantasies." 

He asked what her fantasy was. She told him she always wanted to do it with two different guys, one after the other explaining, 

"Sometimes women are still aroused afterwards and we'd like to do it again, like now!" 

He took her by the wrist pulling her inside when she told him to wait until she got her cell-phone, in case he tried calling her. He liked the sensation and while they were fucking she urged him to add his sperm to her husbands. She said,

"I love him and I don't love you but I like sex more with you than I do with him. Isn't this weird?"

"Sometimes it's a matter of circumstances and the people in them," he said knowing some people could bring out either the good or the bad in us.



Demetrius Ch. 09



Chapter 9

Frustration leads to the unexpected...

Every night he left the windows opened, hoping and waiting for his mother to enter his room and life once more. Until one day he took the watch from its box noting it had kept perfect time. He wore it to work the next day when everyone commented on it, asking if he had a rich uncle. He decided he accepted her and wanted to have a connection with her. The marks on his neck and stomach healed. And enough time had elapsed he'd come to accept what happened in their first meeting. He decided he was finally in a place where he could accept her decision in doing what she did; without his feeling the need to pass judgment on her, like he did at first.

He found himself longing for her, even if she did pull off another disappearing act on him. Finally his frustration, concern and curiosity became too much for him. Leaving work one Friday; he entered Sangre Maria's, wanting to see if he could talk to Alexis. He thought she was the only one he knew who might be able to offer information about his mother and her whereabouts.

"Is there someone here by the name of Alexis? My name's Demetri, my mother's name is Anastasia. I was told I could see Alexis if I asked for her," he asked the bartender.

"Well, she's not here now but if you leave your phone number I'll have her call you."

"Okay thanks," he said handing him the business card his company provided their employees. The bartender squinted rubbing his chin as if to say, "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

He went to a nearby deli filling a takeout tray, planning on eating in. He didn't know when and if Alexis would call hoping it would be soon. He was watching TV dozing off when the phone rang. He grabbed the TV remote placing it to his ear before realizing his mistake. It was almost ten when he took the call.

"Demetri, this is Alexis. I was told you stopped to see me at the club today."

"Hey. I haven't heard from my mother lately and was wondering if you might know something."

"Well, she gave me some messages to give you. I think its best I tell you in person." 

"Okay, when," he asked.

"There's a private sex-club meeting here once a month, in the basement and it's tonight. I don't know if you're offended in seeing sexual activities but if you'd like to come after midnight, you might find it interesting. Tell the bartender you're my guest, he'll stamp your hand so the bouncers will let you downstairs. You'll probably see me pole-dancing along with Constance, Isabella and some of the out-of-town maidens here. Please come..." 

She didn't wait for his response. The phone went dead with a click. It didn't matter, she gave him all the information he needed. The rest was up to him. 

After watching TV for another hour he showered, putting on the clothes and items he received outside his door. He decided to wear the watch, the charm bracelet and one of the colognes. He looked good, maybe better than ever. He noticed the approving looks he got from others as he hailed a cab on his way to the club. 

"It's not how good you are. It's how good you look," he remembered hearing somewhere. It occurred to him he was about to cross a line. Surely he was flirting with danger, wasn't he?

"Maybe it's my fate," he considered in being drawn closer to the very thing terrifying and repulsing him only weeks before. How different he'd become in such a short time. Thinking he was on a path his mother set him on. He imagined her at the end with outstretched arms awaiting his arrival.

Pleasure land express...

The bartender recognized him; stamping his hand and personally escorting him back to the wooden gates that had a sign on them: Members Only. The bouncer slid the gate open without a word spoken. The stairs were made of wood. The stairwell was about eight feet wide with wood railings on both sides of the staircase. He heard the raucous music and an occasional cheer as he descended the steps. He stood looking about the room; taking in as much as he could with the available lighting. 

In front of him and to his right, there were at least twenty small tables bolted to the floor, as were the two swiveling chairs gracing each table. On his left there was a wall with what he thought were office doors followed by an area that looked like it might be used as a hat and coat-check station. There was a protruding shelf-like counter under a large window, the same length as the shelf. 

As he continued to walk further into the room he saw the wall to his right, behind the seating area. There were numerous doors being used by the people entering and leaving, evoking his curiosity.

The age range of the mixed-crowd was twenty to fifty. What caught his eye was the large rectangular stage to his left. There was a bar surrounding the stage where numerous girls danced suggestively using the poles to rub up and down on. They wore red very tight vinyl hot-pants, nicely showing the lower half of their asses. They also wore white cut-off tee-shirts revealing the bottom part of their tits at times. Their tee-shirts had the words "I suck..." in large red letters matching the color of their hot-pants. 

As he approached the bar he got caught up in the crowd, the music and the dancers. He saw how perfect the dancer's bodies were without a hint of fat on them. They were incredibly shapely, lean as could be. They looked more like athletes than the average girl did. He kept watching them, finding himself becoming excited by their sexiness and suggestive dancing. He made his way distractedly along the bar occasionally bumping into someone, muttering his apologies. He didn't find an open seat until he got to the far wall when he sat patiently watching the activities on the stage in fascination.

Eventually someone took his order. He placed a few twenties on the bar asking if they'd refill his glass, when they saw he needed it. He needed it about three times never asking how much the drinks cost. The girls captivated him with their teasing of the onlookers. They moved their hands all over their bodies, rubbing themselves suggestively against the poles. Given the nature of the place the girls weren't just teasing as they do in most clubs. 

He didn't understand the enthusiasm showing on the faces of the guys until one of the girls invited someone on the stage with her. She smiled rubbing her body against him while feeling between his legs. Reaching behind her she produced a pair of handcuffs affixing one end to his wrist. She moved him against one of the poles, attaching the other side of the handcuff. He stood helpless with his hands behind him, a willing victim no doubt. 

She looked at those sitting around the bar to measure their fervor when they began their mantra, 

"Do him...do him...do him."

She smiled in hearing their chants since it was what she intended. She unzipped his pants letting them fall to the floor as she bent forward, wiggling her ass for all to see. She took hold of her captive's underpants pulling them down to his ankles as she sat on her haunches, fondling his growing erection, rubbing it against her cheek as she smiled wickedly at the onlookers for their reaction. 

Two other girls came to join her in tormenting him, rubbing their bodies against him. They circled, lightly fondling his growing hardness with their fingertips, thighs and asses. It was nothing short of a frenzy of lust designed to render him helpless when there could be no turning back. 

The girl who called him up on stage placed a blue pill in his mouth, having him drink from a shot-glass. Apparently it was filled with whiskey to help in swallowing the pill. In a few moments his cock was so hard it pegged against his stomach like a spring. If it was red before, it was purple now as it twitched spastically. It looked to be on the verge of ejaculation in its current state. 

She knew what she was doing, taking him in her hand and bending that which looked un-bendable before taking it in her mouth. All the while she rotated her hips to the music, showing off her magnificent ass to the aroused crowd of onlookers as they chanted in lust. Demetri looked about the room seeing some of the women licking their lips, as did a few of the men. 

It didn't take long when he began to jerk uncontrollably. Everyone could tell he was ejaculating. The room became silent when only the music was heard. It looked as though she was feasting on his discharge, swallowing one mouthful after the next. It looked natural for her and because it did, somehow it was less sexual than one might imagine. The crowd appeared to be in awe of what they were seeing. With Demetri's inside information he knew she was feeding, doubting others would know as much. 

He was fairly certain the girls on the stage were probably Constance and Isabella but since he never met them he couldn't be sure. He wondered how long the activities had been going on, deciding to ask the guy sitting next to him.

"Over an hour I guess. They call it their cock-and-tail hour, if you get the meaning. There must be four or five girls. They take turns with about ten to fifteen minute breaks between each guy. I never saw girls who liked sucking cock as much as they do." 

Alexis...

After downing his fourth drink and feeling their effects he watched another guy being sucked off by a different girl when he felt a presence behind him. He smelled her fragrance before turning his head, seeing Alexis. 

She stood patiently, almost smiling. She looked beautiful, her eyes a deep steel-grey. Her face reflected an unexpected inner glow of peace and tranquility, surprising him in the beauty she exhibited. She didn't look as though she belonged in this place since she had an aura of unexpected dignity and sophistication about her. Affectionately she rubbed her breasts against him while holding him firmly by the waist. She was dressed like the girls on the stage, looking far better than the last time he saw her -- better than he thought possible -- for a vampire.

He felt an unexpected kinship and closeness to her along with the sparks which he thought she felt too. In his current state of mild drunkenness and forgetting his mother's words of warning, the idea of kissing her occurred to him. Her instincts and ability to read human intentions prompted her to stop him before he was able to make an attempt. Moving against him warmly she placed a finger to his lips saying, 

"You must never try to kiss one of us on the mouth. Unless we make it abundantly clear to you it's what we want."

He paid particular attention to her mouth as she talked, wanting to see if he could see her fangs but she was a master in concealing them. She spoke without raising her upper lip, almost teasing him since he wanted to see inside her mouth -- at least once. 

"My mother told me about sexual intercourse but never said a kiss on the cheek was wrong."

"The cheek is fine but I was afraid you might try kissing me on the mouth. You see, most purebreds like me are taught we're superior to humans and humans are like animals. I'm sorry if this is rude but it is what it is."

He felt belittled in her presumed superiority and in her considering him an animal. He didn't know what to say and when he didn't say anything, she took him by the wrist leading him to one of the small rooms along the wall, where they could be alone. She didn't want others to overhear their conversation. And she had another reason too, one he was unaware of.

The rooms were small, about seven by seven feet. They were soundproofed with a two foot wide padded bench on one of the walls. She sat pulling him down to sit beside her. Taking his hand and looking him in the eyes, she slowly raised her short tee-shirt when her magnificent breast came into view. She placed his hand on it, curious to know how he'd react. It was the very thing he wanted to do when they first met. He softly and gently caressed her, rubbing a thumb over one of her glorious nipples. It was as though it was the first time he'd ever done such a thing. She made an approving sound in her throat, cocking her head to the side curiously before resting it on his shoulder. 

He was surprised in feeling how her tongue felt on his neck, giving him goose bumps with the unsuspected texture of it. When she opened her mouth he felt her breath and then her fangs as they made themselves known on his neck, unnerving him as could be expected. 

She wanted to see if he trusted her. It pleased her when he didn't pull away. He seemed to enjoy the sensation almost daring her to do her worse. Maybe it was his false sense of security in being Anastasia's son and in believing Alexis wouldn't harm him. Whatever it was he felt safe -- stupid safe. Though she was tempted to taste human blood for the first time, she was only making a trial run. Maybe one day soon, he'd become her first succulent morsel of human juice. 

"If a human were to have sex with an animal, they might find it satisfying but afterwards they're likely to feel disgusted. I believe you call it bestiality and it's how many of us feel about intimate contact with humans. Unless he's special and one of us were to find him appealing for some reason."

She placed a fingernail on his thigh forcefully moving it up and down. He could see with little effort on her part she probably could've shredded the material. Instead she lightened the pressure continuing with:

"Having sexual intercourse with humans is different for trans-species, like your mother. They still feel a connection to humans unlike purebreds. Of course it depends on who the human is and how he makes the vampire feel. If he understands she's allowing him to do something dirty and unnatural, she might find herself willing. If he were to show his appreciation, she might be able to accept the disgrace she might have afterwards. You see, we're taught intercourse with humans is demeaning -- dirty."

In spite of this she encouraged him to explore her body, letting him know she liked it with those wonderful engaging sounds she made. She sensed his arousal and to confirm it she moved her hand to his lap feeling and squeezing. It occurred to him his mother might be behind Alexis's attempt in seducing him. It seemed she was offering the promise of sex as an incentive, even if it was beneath her dignity. 

"It's unlikely you'd find me attractive, seeing me naked without my contact-lenses, hair extenders and the other things I use to make me look human. If you'd like to see me as I truly am, maybe I could be persuaded to join you later. If it's your wish I'll come to you when I'm done here, so you can see the unique beauty of a female vampire."

He noted how persuasive, arrogant and optimistic she was in thinking he'd find her to be beautiful. He was cautious by nature and wasn't going to do something he was unprepared for. His hesitation annoyed her when she felt vulnerable, wondering if he'd dare reject the offer when she too might have to develop a different, less subtle approach to gaining entry to his life and inner sanctum.

"Tell me now if you want to take the next step in knowing me and our kind."

He wasn't quick to respond, thinking about the implications. Instead he felt her breast, moving a thumb over her nipple as it began to harden. She smelled good -- good enough to prompt him to lick her neck as he wanted to know what she tasted like too. He thought showing her affection would speak loud enough, regarding his decision about accepting her proposal. She began to feel things she didn't think she'd feel with a human when she said, 

"I'll understand if you don't want to invite me to your apartment. You're only human and probably don't understand what I'm suggesting. Maybe you're afraid of me."

Still he said nothing. He was in fact concerned about allowing her access to his apartment. He wondered if he could trust her and if he was being foolish to consider the possibility of being in the same bed with her. After all, it seemed to be what she was suggesting.

"Maybe I'm only drawn to you because you're Anastasia's son. I'm not sure..."

He did something she did earlier, preempting her by placing a finger to her lips asking,

"How do you know where I live?" 

"I have my ways in knowing such things and besides, your mother told me where you lived."

"I guess it would be all right but the idea frightens me. You understand I hope," he said showing his reserve. She pooh-poohed his concern and then asked,

"Why have you waited so long to come to me? Didn't your mother tell you how much I was drawn to you?"

"No, I guess she didn't. Besides, I was afraid. Surely you know the fear of the unknown can be daunting for humans. I thought you were evil and you'd do something to me."

"Childish rubbish," she said knowing perfectly well what he meant. 

She stood extending her hand to him, abruptly pulling him to his feet with incredible strength. It never occurred to her what she'd done, impressing him nonetheless. She surprised him further when she stood on tiptoes reaching behind his head, pulling his mouth to hers when he had no choice in the matter. 

While kissing he once again heard the sounds of wonderment and approval from her. They dared to open their mouths slightly, mutually driven by instinct to taste one another. He felt her fangs on his tongue, tickling it. He pulled her close tasting what he could of her saliva. When she felt his arousal she realized he accepted her in spite of their differences. Knowing what she did about humans, she didn't think he'd be able to embrace her the way he was doing. Add to it, she didn't feel the anticipated revulsion she thought she'd experience. When she felt his erection thrust against her, it took her breath away in knowing he'd become excited. She didn't know what to say or do next, too frightened by what was happening and how she felt with him.

It was then he saw her smile for the first time. She looked at him in such a way it made his stomach turn inside out. He knew after seeing her smile he'd never be the same. It lit up her face and transformed her into a being of unbelievable beauty. Even with her fangs showing she looked stunning in her feral and alien beauty. His heart raced as he trembled inwardly, wondering if he could love her; if it was possible. 

When she squeezed and kneaded his manhood, he sensed a degree of accomplishment coming from her, like when she beat him at chess.

"Maybe we can do something about this later," she said wanting to see how he'd react to the promise of sex. 

He sighed, feeling as though a tornado had blown through his heart when it was still whirling away inside his pants and between his legs with what she was doing to him. 

They left the cubicle seeing a lot of open sexual activity in an around the area where there were tables. She understood his fascination in seeing it and she had him sit at one of the tables with her. She recognized a married couple who came to the club occasionally, apparently to spice up their marriage. 

Alexis sat facing Demetri pointing with her finger so only he could see where she was pointing.

"That man likes watching his wife suck off younger men. Then they go into one of the cubicles and fuck like rabbits. Why don't you sit and watch the activities while I take care of some neglected duties. I have another session on stage with someone of my choosing and afterwards I'll give you a special nightcap."

His human jealousy raised its ugly head when he felt like objecting to what she was going to do. She saw and could sense his consternation when she said, 

"Its not sex its sustenance, so deal with it! My goodness you're as prissy as your mother said you were. Maybe you'd rather watch me than sit here. If so, I'd like you to watch me. And if it makes you feel any better, I'll be thinking more about our kiss and spending the night with you than the cock in my mouth."




Demetrius Ch. 09



She got up to leave and as she walked away he saw her unbelievable ass inside her hot-pants. The sight was made even better because her hot-pants were sticking in the crack of her ass. The open space between each cheek was to die for. To him it was the most perfect ass he'd ever seen. Not surprisingly he began to smile, feeling an unexpected thrill in knowing she'd be joining him. 

Though he was more interested in Alexis, he watched the married couple as they looked around the room. Apparently they were looking for the right guy to suit their needs. Finally they said something to a handsome young man passing their table. He looked to be in his early twenties. His shirt was unbuttoned showing his curly chest hair. Demetri couldn't hear their conversation but saw the young man was looking at the woman's husband to see if they were serious. When they assured him they were he leaned back against the table smiling at the woman as she undid his pants reaching inside. 

Demetri saw the effect it had on the husband, as though he was watching a porn-flick; his wife cast into the role of being the star. It took several minutes before she got him to the point of ejaculation. Demetri saw he was about to come as he convulsed uncontrollably, gripping the table for support until it was clear he was ejaculating. When she felt his spurts she shook her head rapidly back and forth. Perhaps it was a signal to her husband letting him know when it was happening, filling her mouth. She drank it all, smiling at them both. After awhile he saw them stand as they made their way to one of the cubicles, just as Alexis predicted.

There were other couples in various stages of open sex and fondling. Some of the women sat on men's laps, allowing them to reach between their legs as they kissed deeply. 

He was going to leave but remembered her telling him she wanted to give him a "lover's nightcap". He wondered what it could be and found himself being drawn to the bar and its stage. The sexual part of him wanted to watch her. On the other hand he felt a sense of old fashioned human jealousy. Especially since he felt he'd bonded with her. At least in his mind they bonded. For all he knew the whole scenario could've been contrived, an attempt to lure him into the world of vampirism. 

His excitement grew as he neared the stage, the music getting louder. He could feel the sexual tension in the air when suddenly he shuddered in the realization he was likely to have sex with a vampire that night. Somehow is seemed too bazaar to consider, making him laugh at his daring, if not stupidity. 

For some reason he remembered a movie about a human having to coexist with an alien. They crashed on the same distant planet and their survival depended on their ability to work through the obstacles they were faced with. They learned through their combined efforts to communicate, understand and respect one another. It was a strange meeting of two entities from vastly different worlds when they were thrown together, serendipity. It was how he began to think of Alexis and himself -- two aliens thrown together for what purpose? "What good could come from it," he wondered. 

He stood at the end of the bar watching her and her subject, ritualistically inserting the blue pill in his mouth before having him wash it down with whiskey. She looked around the room apparently sensing Demetri's presence. Her instincts were right for when she spotted him she blew him a kiss. Others looked in his direction wondering if he was the one she threw the kiss to. He had a great poker face and continued to look like the sweet innocent he was once.

It was very erotic in seeing her in action. Her victim must've been wound tightly for he came in no time at all, convulsing and ejaculating quickly. For some reason he began to have second thoughts about inviting her to his bed. So many things ran through his mind as he was lost in a whirlwind of uncertainty, finding he'd lost track of what was happening on the stage.

Again he felt her presence behind him. Suddenly she poked him with one of those pointed heavy-duty fingernails of hers, almost making him jump out of his skin. She grabbed him by the wrist pulling him into one of the offices and before he knew what she was doing, she kissed him again in her unknowing innocence. It never occurred to her she may've been doing something he didn't approve of, let alone be prepared for. It wasn't the taste he thought about but it was the way he felt when they were kissing. It was as though they were Adam and Eve in some ungodly tainted Garden of Eden hoping she wasn't the snake when he was yet to meet Eve.

"What's this nightcap you were going to give me," he asked watching her shimmy out of her hot-pants until they hit the floor. He looked at her completely hairless body. Not only was she hairless but there were no hair follicles. She reached behind her taking a whiskey glass and placing it between her legs when he saw the syrupy whiskey-colored liquid filling it. She smiled offering him what she presumably considered to be a gift, knowing the effect it had on vampires and humans alike. 

All of a sudden it hit him, what his mother had said about a female vampire's viscous discharge. It was a powerful aphrodisiac and he shouldn't reject it, since it would be hurtful. And then he realized what they were giving the men on the stage, along with the little blue pill. 

"No wonder they got so aroused and ejaculated so readily," he realized.

He took it from her uncertainly feeling the warmth of the liquid warming the shot-glass. He hesitated uncertainly when she smiled nodding her head in reassurance and encouraging him to drink it. 

"Don't worry silly. I wouldn't give it to you if I thought it was bad or if it would hurt you."

He closed his eyes placing the glass to his lips, hoping to find the courage to tilt his head back. Also hoping it wasn't going to be as bad as the Castor oil he once took. He couldn't be certain if she was giggling or not but he thought she was. He tossed it down hoping for the best. Surprisingly he found it to be tasty and syrupy like a licorice daiquiri. The aftertaste was even better. He looked at her still needing reassurance when she said,

"It's not like pee you know," she said making laughing sounds within her throat.

"Now go home and wait for me. I should be there within the hour. We're about to close and I'll be the first to leave."

He already felt its effect on him, warming his insides when he felt himself getting aroused. For some reason he found the stirrings of an erection embarrassing. When the substance entered his brain it sent out all kinds of sexual signals and urges within him.

"I know what you're feeling and its how I want you to feel," she said pulling up her hot-pants, wiggling her sexiness into them.

"And Demetri, in case you'd like to know. You're my puppy now." 



Demetrius Ch. 10



Chapter 10

"To know oneself, one should assert oneself."  

The taxi ride home was a test of restraint and endurance as he remained aroused the entire time. He was afraid to touch, adjust or reposition anything less something unforeseen happen. To add to his torment, he had to pee but wasn't able. Instead he went around straightening up. Something he rarely did but he felt nervous, not knowing what else to do to pass the time. He opened all the windows about six inches not knowing how she'd arrive, thinking she'd possess the same abilities as his mother. He lit a few candles before turning the lights off. He was too nervous to sit patiently so he turned the TV on.

The room was aglow with the flickering light from the candles and muted television when before long there was the sound of knocking on the door, making him jump in spite of the fact he anticipated it. Turning the TV off, he looked through the peephole, letting her in. She was dressed as before except for a motorcycle jacket thrown over one shoulder. When she shrugged her shoulder it fell to the floor with a clicking-thump. 

She looked around his apartment taking in as much as she could when suddenly she scurried into his arms. With arms pressed close to her chest and her hands clasped together, she looked like she was praying, bowing her head as well. He held her, feeling her tremble. For some reason she seemed to want his protection. He almost laughed in seeing her stress. With head still lowered and without her looking where she was pointing, he turned to look. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary, awaiting an explanation.

"The cross, the crucifix or whatever you call it. It's very annoying and weird to me. Would you get rid of it please?"

He didn't know what to do with it, deciding to put it in the garbage. 

"Break it up first," she said. He did, the noise of it breaking filled the room echoing with the sound of brittle bones snapping. He tossed the pieces into the garbage bag slapping his hands together, signaling accomplishment. He looked questioningly at her, still trying to understand. When she didn't respond he asked why it bothered her. She started with:

"It's a symbol of mankind's gullibility and a hoax set upon him by unscrupulous people in order to provide hope in an otherwise hopeless existence. It's a lie. They tell you you're immortal and your soul lives forever. It's a symbol of deceit and arrogance when you're told god looks human. The whole concept of imposing sin on an advanced species is beyond evil, it's cruel and demeaning and the moment you buy into it, you give away your true nature. The idea of sin caters to the unjust guilt and innocence mankind has for some reason, as though you are dirty. For religion to exploit an inherent weakness in man is evil to us. Anything close to being god would never want man to wage war on each other in his name. Maybe your religion was a good idea in its inception but its run afoul. The reason we find it revolting is simply because we feel a deep sense of sorrow for humans in their being punished in such a way. We think it must have some magical power we're unable to understand. And like you said before, fear of the unknown can be daunting, causing us to behave irrationally." 

Obviously her perceptions were very different than his. It was indeed as if she were an alien from another star-system. He wondered if an alien from another world would explain the universe in a way we were unwilling to consider. Though willing to allow her to voice her views, he wasn't sure if he was comfortable with the idea of conceding an unfair advantage to her. As foolish as it may have been, his human pride and ego prompted him to let her know he wanted to be treated fairly. 

"It's apparent we've come from very different backgrounds. Maybe our differences will be our undoing and we shouldn't get involved," he said wanting to see what her reaction would be.

"Perhaps you're right. Maybe we're being foolish. But in spite of it, let's not give up too easily. Besides, you want to see a naked female vampire don't you," she said patting his hand. The promise of sex for humans was like dangling a carrot in front of a horse, motivating them to move forward. At least it was what she was told about gullible humans. Also, she wasn't about to let him escape so easily. She purposely ignored his suggestion with regards to ending their involvement too soon, when she might be called upon to do something rash -- something he wasn't prepared for. 

"The cross has no magic attached to it. It's a symbol of hope. We like to believe our lives don't end when we die. It gives us a reason to carryon in life with a sense of purpose. Right or wrong, we want and choose to believe there's a reason for our existence," he asserted. 

"Rubbish," she said conceitedly.

He chuckled at her arrogance and presumed superiority though a part of him feared she was right. In spite of everything and whether either philosophy was right or wrong he took her in his arms, studying her face as though he was seeing her for the first time, daring to look deeper than before. In an attempt to flatter her and to change the subject he pretended to be a puppy -- panting before licking her cheek. He was rewarded when he heard those engaging sounds inside her throat. She shook her head, almost smiling. It would take him awhile to learn her facial expressions but it would happen one day without his awareness.

She proceeded cautiously walking slowly down the hallway with him in tow, as though she needed him for protection. They stopped outside the bathroom, her eyes searching the walls like someone terrified in seeing a spider.

"Are there any other such items in your apartment," she asked sounding like she didn't trust him, looking concerned. His reassurance didn't seem to matter. She took him by the wrist, entering his bedroom when she scanned the walls. He smiled, almost laughing in seeing her paranoia and what seemed to be a full-fledged phobia on display. 

"I'd like to take a shower," she said making it sound like a declaration as opposed to asking permission. 

When she entered the bathroom she didn't bother turning the light on, not needing it once she removed her contacts. He lay in bed questioning his sanity while hearing how the shower sounded from within his bedroom for the first time. He grew accustomed to the sound, closing his eyes when before too long he heard the Sounds of Silence: "Hello darkness my old friend," when the visions planted in his brain, still remained.



Demetrius Ch. 11



Chapter 11

"We love because it's the only true adventure." 

She entered the hallway tentatively. He couldn't see much detail since the light from the candles was inadequate for him. But he could see her outline and shape. She was as nicely proportioned as he expected her to be. Moving closer still, he saw her eyes begin to glow. There was no evil source of light emanating from them. They simply reflected the available light in the room, appearing eerie as they did so. And there was something else about them; they were the same eyes he saw in the alley, a soft bluish-white. 

In candlelight she saw his room as if it was daylight and in typical female fashion, she saw the collection of dust on his dresser. Her eyesight was a gift of evolution. On a moonless night she saw a meadow as if it were daytime. A vampire's aversion to light has nothing to do with them being cursed as we may think. The light will blind them when they're rendered vulnerable and like any intelligent creature, they'll avoid it. Their skin lacks melanin and pigmentation to protect them from the sun. Though exposure to the sun will cause rapid sunburn, their healing properties counteract it, assuming they're well fed and healthy. 

As she moved closer he heard the sound of her toenails making contact with the floor. Though he couldn't see them, they were longer and thicker than her fingernails. Her feet and ankles were strong, thick and powerfully built. Obviously they were a powerful springboard from which leaping, kicking and jumping was made easy.

Softly she slid into bed beside him without speaking, allowing him to do what he may. Instead of saying anything he moved a hand over her silky skin. Her hair was like a lion's mane smelling clean and wild. The overall scent from her was earthy, like a meadow on a sunny day. When he asked what soap she used she said, 

"None, we don't sweat through our pores like humans. As you probably know, sweat cools the body as it evaporates which allowed early man to hunt during the heat of the day. But since we are active at night, we evolved without the ability."

She kept her eyes closed. Aside from her fangs they were perhaps her most distinguishable feature, often perceived as evil. But who couldn't appreciate a feline's eye. When she felt his finger beneath her eye she opened it slowly. He saw the vertical iris closing until it was a narrow band of blackness. Her cornea was a light blue-green with yellow specks, surrounded by a circle of yellow and brown at the perimeter. Suddenly she closed her eyes tightly. When he tried to open them again she threw them wide open, staring at him wildly...

"BOO!" she said unexpectedly, startling him until he heard those endearing and delightful sounds within her throat. 

"Behave, how can I examine you if you're scaring me," he said still shaken. 

He saw her smiling with her eyes for the first time. Somehow she made them appear soft and in so doing he discovered their ability in expressing sentiment. They were incredible; even if they weren't human they were outstanding all the same.

He moved his hand to her chin, gently prying her mouth open. Her teeth were astonishing, much bigger than he thought they'd be. They were like ivory, mostly white with traces of amber at her gums. They were formidable, as frightening as any dog or wild animal yet not as thick as the big cats. They were almost two inches long in their current state. The bottom fangs were not as long but they too looked strong and sharp as nails. Though he was no expert in such matters, he thought she'd have no problem ripping a human to shreds with her teeth alone. In addition to her teeth she had the ability to heal quickly. Surely there were no earthly animals that could escape with their lives in a melee with one of her kind. The thought of what four or five of them could do as a team boggled his mind. It's safe to say, he knew she was not to be trifled with, not ever! He learned through observation and would certainly have to treat her with respect, as a matter of course. 

"My mother said you have the ability to inject a substance into humans when you'd turn someone into a vampire. How do you do that?"

"There's a second set of small teeth behind the upper fangs. You can feel them with your finger, if you're careful. We have to bite down hard, sinking them all the way in. We draw up a substance from our nasal cavity. We do it the same way you do when you try to clear your sinuses. It's like swallowing or inhaling with your nostrils." 

He touched her tongue feeling the catlike bristles on it, not knowing how long it was until she uncoiled it, rolling it out of her mouth when he saw it had a split end, like a reptiles. At its base it was as wide as ours but it tapered to a narrow band before splitting at the tip. 

"I didn't know your tongues were like that," he said in obvious surprise. 

"We use them to locate arteries in our prey. They increase our sense of smell and taste. We also aspirate through them when very hot. It's hard for a young vampire to learn to coil them into their mouths. As a result they oftentimes speak with a lisp. We have a lullaby with lisp-sounds intended to comfort, so they know its okay."

He saw her nipples were dark brown, almost black as they stood proud in their perkiness. He kissed and sucked each in turn feeling them grow when he felt her hand at the back of his head, encouraging him to explore further. Gladly she opened her legs for him, inviting his curiosity. Though he was cautious, he found himself kissing her sex before he began to use his tongue on her. He could only guess if she liked it until he heard those encouraging sounds from her again, when he thought she did.

He felt her hand pushing his head harder onto her sex as though she wanted him to be more forceful. It occurred to him not many humans would dare do what he was doing, wondering if he was being prudent and if her bodily fluids could have a negative impact on him. It didn't take long when he discovered a small protrusion at the top of her opening, about the size of a small button.

"Is this where it comes from," he asked not knowing what it was. She rose up on her elbows, looking down to see what he was referring to. 

"Yes, our secretion was designed to act as a lubricant by evolution. But as you've discovered, it sexually stimulates and arouses humans and vampires alike when ingested."

The effect from his earlier dose was gone. He ran his tongue over it gently when it began to ooze into his mouth, slowly at first but more readily when soon he had to swallow in order to keep up with the flow. He expected his response would be the same as before, not having to wait long before knowing the answer. He could tell she was pleased in seeing him drinking it, encouraging him by holding his head firmly in place, not wanting him to stop until he had a full dose of her bodily fluids. In his innocence he continued to swallow, accepting her gift as his mother had told him to do. 

He moved down her thighs, to her knees and calves. He was impressed in seeing how powerful her ankles and feet were. They were different than humans, the Achilles tendon was two to three times thicker than ours.

He was on his knees at the foot of the bed, his erection strong. When she saw it she wondered what it was going to be like to have him inside her. It was exciting and frightening when suddenly he began to do something no one ever did, licking and kissing her feet. He moved his tongue all around and between her toes, sucking each in turn. He heard a cacophony of syncopated sound coming from her throat and mouth. He chuckled in hearing her laugh openly on two distinct levels for the first time. She didn't know if she wanted him to stop or not but with his enthusiasm, determination and playfulness, he had her howling in delight. She thrust her hips upwards, letting them drop heavily before repeating it for as long as he continued. 

Overcoming ... 

"Oh my puppy is so bad. Come. Lay on me," she said seeing his need. It was the same need he had when they were in the booth together. Was it so long ago? She moved to facilitate him saying, 

"You can kiss me on the mouth again." 

Her reassurance and encouragement showed in her eyes. He was tentative nonetheless, especially when feeling her fangs beneath her lips. In a way it was like kissing a scorpion's tail, or perhaps like a snake-trainer who braves kissing a poisonous viper on the head. She remained passive; seeming to like the sensation of his lips against her own. He couldn't be sure if she really liked it or not. It was like she was evaluating it instead of feeling it. It was probably due to Anastasia encouraging her to explore the world of human love. She had asked Alexis to engage in it in spite of their beliefs, that it was something mortals did to form bonds as a precursor to breeding. 

When it occurred to him kissing was a human thing, he pulled away to look at her for her response, wanting to know if she liked it. She did like it but that didn't mean she didn't feel embarrassed in having him look at her in the way he did. Vampires never kissed each other on the mouth simply because it was too intimate and it was an act of bonding, forbidden for them. 

In a private moment and deciding to do Anastasia's bidding, he felt her hand at the back of his head, pulling his mouth to hers once more. She was still trying to understand that which words could not express. When he felt her opening her mouth, he began exploring once more, moving his tongue over her teeth and inside her mouth. Feeling the fine bristles on her tongue was an experience in itself. One he'd never forget. The moment ran its course when she said,

"Vampires don't kiss this way. It's because we're taught it's wrong to bond with anyone."

He knew kissing was an intimate act, wondering if it would lead to more. The thought of doing it with her excited him more than he thought it would. Maybe it was because she implied it was "dirty" and beneath her dignity but he wanted to try all the same. 

Feeling her velvet skin against his, he lay on top of her. The scent from her hair excited him further in its wild earthliness. His insertion and their connection took their breath away for different reasons. He was into her the whole way when she gasped, shaking her head as she called a halt to their coupling. He didn't know if he could stop. He wanted to feel himself ejaculating inside her when he didn't care what the consequences would be. 

She was surprised in knowing he was prepared and able to have sex with her, as she thought he and other humans would consider sex with a vampire repulsive. When she realized he accepted her and intended to ejaculate inside her, it hit home and she panicked. She couldn't help herself when using her hands and feet she propelled him upwards and out of her, flying through the air when he landed on his feet at the foot of the bed. His momentum caused him to smack into the wall before sliding to the floor like whitewash thrown against a wall. He sat in disbelief trying to grasp what happened and perhaps more importantly the reasons for it. 

Quickly and angrily she got to her feet. He saw her anguish and frustration as it showed in her face. Her arms were held tightly at her sides until she shook her hands into angered fists. The sound of her stomping feet was loud, shaking the floor. Eventually she took control saying, 

"I can do this. He's not an animal in spite of what we're taught. Fuck everyone who tell us useless rubbish and won't allow us the freedom to make our own decisions and discoveries."

Though feeling belittled he got back in bed extending a hand to her. She was hoping this wouldn't happen. They lay unspeaking for a long time when he broke the silence asking what she was thinking. She replied with,

"I don't mean this to be insulting but I don't know how to explain it in any other way than to say: What if a female chimp tied you down and was about to sit on you, taking you into her vagina when you didn't feel you could allow it?"

Though he didn't like the comparison, he tried to understand. There wasn't anything he could say to change her thinking. He accepted it reluctantly, pulling the covers over them, wondering what was next for them. 

"Are our differences too much after all," he asked. 

"I don't know. I only wish you'd let your mother change you, so you'd be one of us. Don't you feel you owe her and perhaps me some guarantee with regards to your mortality. I mean, you could be hit by a car and taken from us far too soon. You can prevent such a thing from happening you know."

He never thought of vampirism as being an insurance policy but maybe it was in a sense. He felt her hand move down his chest to his stomach and below. Quickly she ducked beneath the covers when he felt her mouth on him for the first time, devouring him while doing wonderful and wicked things. Her tongue was magic as it moved over him like a well-trained serpent, knowing exactly all the right areas to focus on. It was unlike anything he experienced. She was eager and more than willing to have him in this way and when he came she clutched him tightly to her as though she wanted him to know they belonged together and he really had become her puppy.

"Did you like that," she asked. He laughed telling her he loved it. She wanted to know what "love" was. It was a human thing she knew but she didn't understand it. In spite of her inability, she asked for his version. He told her it depended on the context it was used in.

"We may say we love their hamburgers but it means something entirely different than when we tell someone we love them," he said realizing how difficult it was going to be. 

"The best love of all is the love we show someone without using the words. Love shouldn't be a noun, its best when it's a verb."

"What's a verb," she asked. 

He didn't try to explain, wondering if what they'd done was something he'd come to regret. 



Demetrius Ch. 12



Chapter 12

Gifts in White Satin...

He remembered Alexis getting out of bed during the night licking his cheek, kissing him goodbye. For some reason he never heard the apartment door closing, causing him to wonder if she might still be there. Rather than investigate he fell back asleep not awakening until morning. When he did his hand went to his neck, feeling for puncture wounds. Not finding any he breathed a sigh of relief in knowing he was still human, at least for now. 

After getting out of bed he looked around half-hoping she was still there. He had visions of her hanging upside down somewhere, sleeping fitfully. Without a trace of her he shrugged his shoulders deciding on a shower. While doing so his eyes went to the drain looking for a few strands of her hair -- there were none to be found. He felt energized while showering, as though he'd been given a shot of B-vitamins. He couldn't account for the feeling of extra energy since it never occurred to him what effect her bodily fluids were having on him. 

While taking out the trash he felt a piece of the cross poking through the trash-bag, reminding him of what he'd done with her beckoning. He felt too good to feel a sense of guilt for what he'd done, never giving it a second thought. 

He hated thinking about her constantly but couldn't help it. He wasn't the kind of guy to sleep with someone and then write them off, as though nothing happened -- especially a vampire. He decided he wanted to buy her something. It was more an experiment to see if he was up to the challenge, a task posing all sorts of problems. Getting her a gift was sort of a payback too, since he felt certain she was the one who'd been leaving the gifts outside his door.

He walked the aisles of a nearby department store, scratching his head as he mumbled to himself frequently. He had no idea what to get her. "Were there 'vials-of-the-month' clubs for vampires," he wondered smiling to himself. 

He was in the ladies cosmetics department, lost in thought when a good-looking young woman spotted him from behind her counter, offering help. He placed two hands on the counter leaning forward, looking down at all the bottles of perfume, overwhelmed. He doubted she'd use perfume. After getting a large tube of sun-screen the girl asked if there was anything else she could help him with.

"I'm not sure if anyone can help me. I met someone I don't know how to buy for. She's not like anyone else."

"I hear that one all the time," she said smiling.

"No really, she's not like anyone else. I don't know what she likes. As far as I know she doesn't need perfume. Strange thing is, I don't think she needs to."

The clerk knew smitten when she saw and heard it, deciding to play along: 

"Well, there are some light smelling talc's," she said reaching to take one out so he could sample it. After opening the lid she handed it to him when they made eye-contact. 

"Wow, nice eyes," she said in seeing them.

"Thanks. Some say they're eerie looking."

"I can see why but when you smile they're amazing, less intense."

Though feeling complimented he decided perfume was a bad idea, telling her as much. When he turned to leave she asked using a different tone, "How about a bottle of Red?"

For some reason his first thought was the color of blood. When he turned to look at her he feared she might be smiling -- fangs showing. Instead he saw her innocently holding up a bottle of perfume with a big red heart and the word "Red" written in white letters inside the heart. She sprayed some on the back of her hand letting him smell it.

"It doesn't blend well with my skin-type but there are some who seem to like it. It has an unusual fragrance don't you agree," she asked still looking dreamily into his eyes.

The scent more than intrigued him. In fact he felt an unexpected arousal in smelling it. Then it hit him, it was the same perfume his mother used. He wondered if it might be a favorite of vampires. He decided to buy it thinking if Alexis didn't like it he'd give it to his mother, when and if he saw her again.

After looking around for another hour or so he decided on a heavy-duty toenail clipper. Press-on nails seemed reasonable as did the ribbed sleeveless black cashmere sweater. He had no idea what she could do to conceal her fangs, thinking it was why she didn't smile much. 

He returned to his apartment thinking and hoping to see a sign from her. There wasn't any. Since he didn't bother with gift-wrap, he set the gift-bag on the kitchen table before going to the park to play chess for awhile. He wondered how George and Connie were getting along, if at all. He played a few games before going to the art museum wanting to see a new exhibit. On his way home he decided to see what movie-rentals were available at a local store. When he got to the horror section he took every vampire movie they had, wondering what they were like as he still wanted to learn as much as possible about them. 

It'd been awhile since he called his father, so he called him. He was afraid to bring up his mother, thinking it would only upset him. But the possibility of his running into her was so unlikely, he did so anyway. Certainly he wouldn't tell him the details but he thought bringing her up in conversation would provoke some response. He imagined some far-out comment like, 

"Son, I don't know how to tell you this but your mother's a vampire," knowing he'd never be so forthright. The subject of his mother was something his father avoided at all cost. Perhaps he was tight-lipped out of shame, wanting to protect Demetri from a mistake he still regretted. 

He put the first movie in the DVR player, wondering if Alexis would call or if he should call her. He decided not to and after popping some popcorn he kicked off his shoes, cuddling up to watch the movies. Something in one of the movies made him recall the story about the frog and the scorpion; where the scorpion asked the frog for a ride across the lake. The frog told the scorpion he was crazy, saying he'd probably sting him before they got halfway across the lake. The scorpion assured him he wouldn't since he'd drown as well. The frog thought about it awhile thinking he could probably trust the scorpion and was worrying needlessly. When they were halfway across the lake sure enough, the scorpion stung the frog and as they were both drowning the frog asked why. The scorpion's reply was, "It's my nature to sting. What would you expect from a scorpion?" 

Understandably he thought of himself as being the good-natured and trusting frog while Alexis was the scorpion. The lake was the dark mystery surrounding his mother and the world of vampires in general. As he fast-forwarded through the movies he felt he was being drawn, sucked down into the unknown, having left the shore of humanity in his willing ignorance. He wondered if Alexis wanted him to drown. If it was something he had to do before being resurrected as a vampire. 

Kitty...

He thought he'd hear from Alexis by Sunday but didn't. On Monday after work he stopped in Nick's for an early dinner. He chose a booth. Sitting alone at one of the tables was a young Goth-looking girl of about eighteen. Though she had numerous piercings, black lipstick and heavy mascara and eye-shadow; she looked very pretty with a perfect black page-boy hairstyle. He noted her piercings and decorations were either black or silver.

She smiled shyly at him, moving her coffee cup to her lips with two hands. When he saw her long black-polished fingernails, he breathed a sigh of relief in seeing they looked human enough. She was perhaps the prettiest Goth-style girl he'd ever seen. Like most choosing her persona of appearance, she tried to conceal her natural beauty with all the flamboyant items of apparel she used to adorn herself. 

When she stood to leave she paused at his table. She looked as if to speak. When she didn't he thought she was leaving. But suddenly and surprisingly she slid into his booth with a smile saying,

"Like, you're not Demetrius are you?" 

He smiled shaking his head, telling her he was. She told him she knew Alexis adding, 

"I thought so, especially when I saw your eyes. Like, you're so lucky to have her as a girlfriend; everyone loves her. She told me I might run into you here. Anyway, um, I was wondering if you'd be willing to do me a favor."

He was surprised to hear her refer to Alexis as being his girlfriend, making him wonder what the rest of their conversation was. He asked what the favor was when she explained,

"Well, like I want to become one of them so bad but they said I'd have to do certain things before they'd let me. They said I'd have to serve them awhile. It's kinda like an initiation and a trial period. You know what I mean?"

He almost choked on a mouthful of coffee, asking if she was serious in wanting to become a vampire. 

"Like, yeah. Who wouldn't want what they have?" 

He smiled wondering if she knew where she was headed and if he should try to change her mind. But then it occurred to him she seemed old enough to make her own decisions. Out of curiosity but with reservation he asked what she needed. 

"Alexis told me the last time the two of you were together she couldn't be there for you the way you wanted her to be. The way a man needs a woman. Like, you know what I mean I take it? Anyway, since she knew I loved doing it, she asked if I'd be willing to do it with you the whole way. I told her I would. It was like a no-brainer since you're her boyfriend and all, you know?"

"So this is how Alexis chose to deal with the possible guilt she felt," he thought wondering what he should do. Apparently Alexis wanted to make a surrogate of Kitty, a gift. He doubted Alexis understood how unscrupulous and insensitive she was being, thinking he knew a scorpion when he saw one in action. 

"What's in it for me," he asked knowing it wasn't every day a beautiful girl like her came along offering herself in such a way. 

She put a finger to a tooth looking at the ceiling, rolling her eyes in thought. He saw how white the white part of her eyes looked in contrast to her dark eye-makeup. A smile crossed her face when she came around to his side of the booth. She wore a short black pleated jump-skirt. It moved up her thigh as she scooted closer, giving him a peek of her white satin panties. 

"Well, I'm a good lay and you're a male and I'm a female. So let me think about this, like duh. Are you kidding me!?"

She lifted and bent one leg on the seat, watching his eyes. He was helpless; unable from looking down. Her semi-transparent undies had a wet spot revealing her swollen labia. She looked very nice in her high-top rugged looking lace-up black boots. They contrasted nicely with the soft inviting femininity between her legs. Seeing she held his attention she daintily lifted her skirt a little higher to accommodate his ogling of her privates. 

"See how excited I get when I think about doing it," she said looking around to make sure no one was nearby. She took his hand placing it between her legs. He felt her wet panties, smelling her pheromones. After moving them aside she said,

"Put your finger in me. Pretend it's your cock. Go on, move it in and out; finger-fuck me."

It was obvious her mucous membrane had been working overtime. He felt her moistness and arousal. Her arousal had the expected effect on him. She kissed him deeply, inhaling and exhaling into his mouth as she trembled, climaxing easily in spite of their having only met. 

"Wow, we didn't even have to do it and I had one already," she said adding, "Alexis said you might not want to do it with me and told me to tell you gifts of love don't always come in tidy little packages. They can come in the form of other people too. She told me if you were to reject me you'd be rejecting her gift to you, hurting her feelings. You don't want to hurt her feelings do you Demetri?"

All he could do was shake his head. Alexis's unbelievable tact or lack of it was so out of the ordinary it became laughable. In spite of it he found himself smiling into the last of his coffee, finishing it off before he and Kitty made their way to his apartment.

Kittens and puppies...

He was unlocking his door when he saw a sheepish young man coming out of Beth's apartment. Beth smiled sleepily at Demetri and Kitty, gently waving at them. He could see what she'd been up to. He feared she might say something uncouth like, "Get em tiger." He breathed a sigh of relief when she silently closed her door. 

If lust too was a jewel, sometimes marriage could be the chain from which trinkets dangle.

"Some people never learn they can't fuck-away their loneliness and mistakes," he reflected thinking Beth had made a hobby out of adultery.

Holding the newspaper in his right hand, he scanned the headlines. Kitty held his left arm at the elbow with both hands moving it up and down between her legs impatiently. 

"Come on already," she pleaded. He found her enthusiasm exciting and contagious. 

Entering his apartment Kitty looked around until she found his bedroom. She threw herself on the bed as if she was trying it on for size. Satisfied with the fit she lay on her back, wiggling around as she opened and closed her legs, giving him a better look at her panties and the moist treat awaiting inside. She opened her arms to him until he joined her on the bed. They kissed and fondled one another as they began to undo and remove each others clothing. She was adorable, as cute as a kitten.

"Oh my -- Alexis never said you were endowed," making him smile as he mounted her. With their combined efforts he was inside her as far as possible. He saw her reaction as she stared up at him smiling, on the verge of laughter.

"Wow, just hold it there so I can feel it in me. You must be Tickle-Me-Tummy-Elmo or something. I think I can get off without you having to move."

Her warm, moist receptiveness opened and closed squeezing and releasing until he added to the sensation, moving in and out. He noted how warm she was and how comfortable it felt being in her embrace. He wanted to make sure it was good for her, asking if she was okay. She stuck out her tongue, curling it up at the sides as she smiled in answer. 

"No wonder Alexis loves you," she said not thinking.

"You mean she told you she loved me," he asked in disbelief unable to stop moving. 

"Well she didn't use the word love but the things she told me about you and how she feels when she's around you made me think she loves you."

"Do you really think they're capable of loving," he asked.

"Well I know people love their pets and feel a close connection to them. Now shut up and fuck me!"

She clutched his ass pulling him deep inside her as he shot torrents of sperm inside her receptive warmth. He was surprised finding himself thinking of Alexis, wanting her the way he was having Kitty. With those thoughts he came forcefully. It shot in and out of her backfiring onto his balls. She said she never felt anything so good, as though someone had turned on a warm-water hose inside her. 

He asked how she got her name. She answered with,

"Alexis gave it to me. We were about to have sex and I was at the foot of the bed. She opened her legs as I crawled up towards her, meowing like a kitten. Ever since then she calls me her Kitty."

He laughed saying she called him her puppy.



Demetrius Ch. 13



Chapter 13

♪ I'm gonna wait for the midnight hour... 

He and Kitty did it a second time, cuddling together when he heard the sound of her soothing snore. He closed his eyes following her on some vague path into an imaginary enchanted forest. He dreamt he was picking up the flower pedals she dropped behind as she frolicked ahead of him.

"He loves me, he loves me not," he heard her singing when suddenly they were startled awake by a loud knocking. 

"Wait here, I'll see who it is," he told her looking at the clock. It was after midnight. He grabbed his white terrycloth robe from the closet, tying it loosely as he stomped angrily down the hall to the door. After opening it he was surprised in finding Alexis looking perturbed and utterly amazing. The motorcycle jacket hung loosely on one shoulder when a simple shrug allowed it to fall to the floor in a heap. She kicked it, sending it sliding across the floor on its metal buttons. After sniffing the air she said in rapid-fire,

"She's still here. Was she good? Did she satisfy you?" 

Reeling and not knowing what to say, he thought he sensed something other than sinister curiosity. He was unable to think of anything other than how good she looked and how he felt in seeing her again. She wore a one-piece dark grey transparent body-stocking, not designed to conceal. The sleeves and legs were three-quarter length with a two inch velvet trim, like the one at her neckline. Her nipples were visible beneath the fabric. He noted the low-cut black strapless ballet slippers she wore, making her feet look smaller. Her mane of hair looked like she used a conditioner on it. It was beyond stunning in its natural auburn color, full, thick, curly and wavy. The human-looking contacts she wore to diminish the light looked different than when he saw her last. He wondered if she took more time in her dress to impress him. 

Though sexually sated he knew he wanted her. To take her in his arms and tell her she was the only one he wanted. He was reluctant to do so since he knew his emotions were a human thing, doubting she'd understand how he felt. So he decided to play it straight, as best he could. 

He watched her pacing back and forth seeming to collect her self, perhaps irritated in what she'd done. He looked her over as she strutted in front of him. It was as though she was trying to show off, asserting her beauty in his eyes. She avoided looking at him knowing she'd soften in seeing his eyes; those magical pale-blue eyes, haunting her in their penetrating beauty.

"Well, was she," she asked when he knew he'd forgotten the question.

"I didn't tell her to spend the night with you. I know how you humans can bond easily with those you have sex with. I was concerned one or both of you would allow it to go too far."

Kitty heard Alexis's voice. She came out to greet her wearing Demetri's shirt and rubbing her eyes innocently. Alexis saw what she was wearing, a shirt she picked out for Demetri. It did little to calm her. 

"Come here Kitty," she said trying hard not to make it sound like a command.

Kitty walked to her, apparently to hug her but was stopped dead in her tracks when Alexis raised a hand preventing her from getting closer. Alexis reached between Kitty's legs inserting a finger before tasting it. Demetri was disgusted and embarrassed, about to object when he heard Alexis say,

"You can leave now Kitty. You performed your task as it was given to you, well done."

"Yes miss Alexis," she said bowing and stepping backwards before retreating to get her clothes. When she turned around they were treated to the sight of her jiggling, bouncing ass-cheeks within his shirt. Unthinking he smiled approvingly until he felt Alexis's eyes on him. There was no mistaking the look on her face. It seemed to say, "How dare you!"

"Whoops," he thought to himself. And in an attempt at changing the subject he told her he bought her a few things; taking the package from the table, handing it to her.

"It's to show you my appreciation for our night together. To let you know I respect you," he said feeling as though he'd laid gifts at the altar of a princess, a princess with huge fangs that looked as though they could wreak havoc on him. 

He saw her softening, evidenced by her changing demeanor as she looked through the items. Her initial brusqueness all but vanished until Kitty re-entered the room. Kitty fidgeted nervously looking uncertain as to what she should do next, what was expected of her. 

Alexis's air of superiority returned telling Kitty she could leave, which she did but with a tacit shrug. There were a few moments of silence. Alexis seemed to collect her thoughts and feelings. Though she didn't regret orchestrating their coupling, she began to have second thoughts about it. But far be it she would ever think she felt jealousy. It was too human a sentiment to consider, let alone recognize. Besides, though she didn't understand love, she didn't like the idea of him loving someone else. Not now, when there were certain things happening to her. Things she wanted to know about, thinking Demetri was the only one to help her understand.

He watched as her mood began to change, seeing her softening. She held up the sweater seeming to like it. Tilting and cocking her head, looking at him before caressing the sweater to her cheek. When she looked into his eyes she moved to stand in front of him, wanting him to appraise her. Also, she was curious to know if those strange tingling sensations she felt would return again in their closeness. 

"Did Kitty satisfy your needs?" 

He didn't know what to say, opting to say nothing. The ensuing pause was excruciating. He felt he was in a trap, one she sprung on him. It was clear she had no intention of letting him out, not yet. Not until he understood who was in control. She said,

"You needn't feel shame for what you did. If you do, I suppose it's my fault. Sex is good and it's natural. In fact I've been intimate with others since our night together. Do you know what I was thinking when I was with them, having them inside me?"

When he didn't answer she continued, 

"I thought of you as though I'd been cursed, prevented from thinking about anyone else." 

Speaking of curses, he watched her eyes scanning the walls. She wondered if he replaced the cross in her absence. When she saw it was safe she moved closer to him, almost in contact. They both felt the tingling sensations. When they grew too strong, she moved into his arms pressing her vampire femininity against him when time stood still. 

Cocking her head once again in bewilderment she looked at him, trying to comprehend the strange power he possessed, wondering if it was within his eyes. Without her ability to comprehend, she took his hand placing it intimately on her body wanting him to feel her, pet her, adore and worship, only her. But more than anything she wanted reassurance in knowing he still thought she was desirable, even if she had a hard time understanding how he could embrace a vampire. Humans weren't supposed to be able to do such a thing when it was more common for them to run away in fear.

"Perhaps it was wrong of me to send her to you. I did it thinking I couldn't be what you needed. I didn't want to deny you the pleasure you're entitled to."

"Alexis, I'm not like that. I'd rather be with you feeling your hands on me than to have sex with her," he countered. She heard him but didn't seem to understand saying,

"But you're a male and you need to feel yourself inside a female when you ejaculate." 

He laughed at the simple undeniable truth in her words. Surely it was a powerful sexual need in males but sometimes there is more to it than basic needs.

"Ideally yes but if the one we care about is unable for one reason or another, we don't necessarily feel we have to find a substitute. We'd rather resolve the issues with the person we care about. I guess it's a curse in a sense but it's a part of what we think love is. If you were thinking about me when you were with someone else, that's a sign you might love me," he said but she heard something else, what she wanted to hear.

"You mean you're willing to join us so we can have sex the way we should?"

He was unable to understand his attraction to her. In fact it scared the hell out of him to consider what it meant. He only knew their attraction was real. Maybe it was because he was an easy-going-guy and she liked him for being that way. He sensed she was attracted to him and liked how it made him feel, empowering him. For the first time he felt a sense of equality with her. It was missing, until now. He thought it was funny she'd find herself being attracted to him, a mere human. 

"No, I'm not ready yet but I don't want anyone else. I'd rather get to know you and what vampires are like, before I do anything I might regret."

"You mean you'd regret loving me?"

"No, I'd regret becoming like you only to discover it was a mistake," he tried to explain when she said,

"But you can never have me the way you should until you become a vampire. Do you want to be my puppy or would you like a real relationship with me?" 

"I don't know, I don't know. I don't know what I want or what I think anymore," he said as he went into a stoop holding his hand up to conceal his eyes from her. He sat pulling his knees to his chest, resting his head within his arms. Though she didn't or perhaps couldn't understand she saw his torment. She sat beside him. He felt her hand on him, petting him. Try as she may to understand humans and their mysterious emotions and intellect she waited for him, to collect his thoughts. 

"I don't think I can accept you having sex with others. When we love someone we want to own the other person's sexuality too. I know this sounds selfish to you but its how humans are."

She glared at him before saying,

"You'll understand Demetri, trust me. Your perceptions will be different when you join us. You'll feel a change within you. It can take months before it's completed but it will happen. I've spoken to others and they said when they were turned and in a state of change, they felt they were traveling through a warp in space when they found enlightenment, set free of human bondage and all the things associated with humanity when they're capable of flight -- for the first time.

"They said their rebirth was what humans think will take place when they die and go to heaven. They experience a new level of understanding of the universe and conscious thought when good and bad is acknowledged as being truth. We don't think bad is the devil and good is god since those things define our nature, our essence."

In making a point she used her right hand. Using the index finger and her thumb, making a circle saying, "This is me," and with her left hand she did the same thing joining the two circles together. "This is you and I entwined in a lock," as she tried to pull her hands apart they remained locked. 

"What I did over the weekend is like this," she slapped her hands together and then made each appear as a bird as it flew away. "The coming together is good and a reason for joy since it's a social enjoyable communal bond. The Greeks and Romans thought sexual freedom was the highest level of enlightenment and it's why they engaged in orgies. But your religious leaders said it was disgusting and immoral when once again humanity fell into their trap of ignorance. It seems every time your species wants to make an evolutionary step, the moral right and religion is there to slap you down and shackle you. Not just in matters of sexuality but in science as well. 

"Maybe it's your human nature or what you're taught but change comes through enlightenment. I can't make you understand certain things yet. I only know it's impossible for me to be human. But it's possible for you to make a giant leap of faith and transcend your human existence in favor of one like ours."

He was impressed by her conviction, finding he was beginning to trust her. He stood a bit too optimistically pulling her up off the floor with him. He realized pound for pound their weight was much denser than it was in humans. He took her in his arms holding her without speaking, wondering what he should do, what life was all about. He feared her patience might be wearing thin when she'd give up and have a feast at his neck when he'd no longer have a choice in the matter. Good bad or indifferent he offered,

"I know you mean well and you've been patient with me. I'm grateful and think I'd like having you in my life on a regular basis. Perhaps you'd consider moving in with me. I'm beginning to feel close to you but I still fear the many things I don't know about vampires. I like being with you and seeing you. I don't like our drifting apart when I don't know whether to call you or to wait for you to call me. And I guess I don't like the feeling of not knowing when I'll see you again."

She smiled, not caring if her fangs showed. She'd gained his acceptance and trust. 

Little did he know there wasn't only one line to cross in becoming a vampire but there were many. In proposing she move in with him, he'd crossed another. Perhaps he didn't know or didn't care but he was growing nearer to them and their kind. Gladly she'd bide her time feasting on his love as though it was some tasty morsel of flesh, dripping with the sweet taste of human blood. 

He'd become the frog agreeing on taking the scorpion across the pond, anticipating the worse. The worse was being turned into a vampire when he thought he'd be damned forever. On the other hand it would lead him to the mother he was anxious to understand and to be reunited with. Maybe he might even find the peace of mind he sought. Didn't someone once say, "If you can't beat em, join em."

"Maybe you can help me in making the right choice," he said adding, "Will you be able to accept my decision if I choose not to join you?"

"We'll see what the future holds. Though I don't know what love is maybe I do have some of the symptoms, as you say. After talking with your mother I was told Isabella, Constance and I will be ending our maiden period of training in another month. We are expected to attend a small party in our honor at your parent's mansion in upper New York. This means we'll no longer be restricted in our diets and we'll be granted the privilege of drinking the blood of humans, as we see fit in our needs."

He cringed in hearing this, imagining he felt a sharp pain in his neck. Even so he knew he'd allow her to drink his blood in the name of love, if it was what she wanted and needed. She continued with, 

"If we're living together, discussing the pros and cons of vampirism, I think your mother will be pleased. She'll know I've made progress in bringing you into the fold. Besides we've made an intimate connection. If you'd like I can tell her you'll be attending our celebration. You can meet Adrian, your sister Katrina and see their estate."

"Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves. We'll see. I think my exposure to them is what I've needed. It was the missing piece. I want to see how your kind live on a daily basis so I'd understand better if I'd fit in. Will you spend the night with me? I can pick up your things along with anything you might need on the way home from work tomorrow," he offered.

She hugged him agreeing, "You realize you won't have to work when you join us. I doubt they'd like having a vampire working for them but what do I know," she said baring her fangs slightly.

"It's weird, I never thought about it. What would I do? What would you and I do," he asked when she said, 

"We'll do what all the other rich vampires do. Your mother has a sizable dowry in store for you. Perhaps we could live with them awhile, assisting in some way. I'm not sure but I think your mother and Adrian have important plans for you -- for us."

♪ Love to love me baby...

Once in his bedroom she became the seductress, moving her hands up and down her sides. She moved as though dancing to ethereal music -- music he felt through her, without the need of hearing. It was amazing to see how sensuous she was, like a magician doing something incomprehensible. He thought her eroticism was beyond human achievement. He was yet to understand how she could telepathically stimulate certain parts of his brain, his libido primarily. 

Having his attention she began rotating her shoulders, like a snake slithering out of its old skin, molting. She removed her top until it was but a few inches above her nipples, moving her hand over her stomach and lower still. He heard her making a sound similar to a hiss but it was different, more musical as it began with a high pitch ending with a low eerie resonance -- a vampire's sigh of seduction perhaps.

Locking eyes with him he was powerless to look away, leaving him in a state of erotic yearning. She alone could set him free from the need she made in him. He was consumed with lust for her, as helpless as a puppy in quicksand, watching her pull her outfit down to her waist, exposing her succulent and youthful breasts to him. Imagine the most perfect ones ever seen and they were hers, looking like ready fruit waiting harvesting in their perfect beauty. His desire for her went beyond the sex act until he found himself wanting to impregnate her, which was both exciting and frightening.

Moving her hips in a slow serpentine motion, she cupped her breasts in her hands offering them to him; as what, a reward for his surrender? He watched in fascination as she pinched and then pulled the nipples straight out, where they remained erect and distended. It looked painful but she appeared to relish the sensation. He never knew such nipples existed, thinking they were imaginary. They were more like the ones he saw in an adult comic book once. But here they were now in all their splendid glory, larger and darker than the existence she offered. 

She began to masturbate, maintaining eye-contact with him. He could see the pleasure she gave herself, relaxing her shoulders, making her appear inviting, feminine and receptive. She sighed again, this time baring her fangs differently than in the past. He watched as she stuck her split-end tongue out, wiggling it around at him as she smelled the readiness and odor of their arousal filling the room. It occurred to him she looked like a beast possessing a powerful intellect. For some reason he didn't think of her as being evil, though he knew she'd appear evil to anyone who didn't know better. 

He shuddered knowing her actions were directed at him, wanting him as no one ever wanted him. The feeling she conveyed was hard to comprehend but it was as real as anything possibly could be. Her need filled an empty yearning in him, all consuming. Somehow he thought she could sense his vulnerability when it was child-play for her, accomplishing his surrender. It also occurred to him she was trying to show him how wild and unattached sex was for vampires since her actions were purposely carnal and primitive. 

"Undress me," she said undoing his robe, feeling him. When they were naked she squeezed a nipple, bringing forth a substance unlike milk. She told him to suck it. When he did he knew it was similar to her other bodily fluids. It oozed, filling his mouth. The effect was the same as before, arousing him further with its aphrodisiac qualities. He knew she expected him to obey her. All the while he didn't lose track of the source and what she was. It hardly mattered if what he was doing was deleterious; no matter the result she controlled him now. 

He sucked each nipple, feeling it fill his mouth when she insisted he swallow. He wanted communion with her, wanting to show her he accepted her. She held his head firmly to her, making him drink. It was the most intimate thing he ever did and he found himself losing it when she began masturbating both of them furiously. She seemed to sense his state of arousal knowing what was to happen when she sprung into action, dropping to her knees drinking him as though her life depended on doing so. He felt the tip of his cock deep in her throat, expertly milking him with gentle contractions. And then he felt the fine bristles on her tongue as it circled and moved all around in teasing him. All of this was accompanied by those happy sounds she was capable of making -- letting him know she welcomed him, sucking all he had and beyond until he was drained and limp. 




Demetrius Ch. 13



Removing what was left of her clothing, she sat on the edge of the bed expectantly, opening her legs. He knew what she wanted of him, to go down on her. To worship her for being the superior being he was beginning to believe she was. It seemed the more he performed oral sex on her, the more he liked it. Not only did it enhance his arousal but it began to satisfy a growing need, like a drug. He didn't realize it at the time but the ingesting of her bodily fluids would eventually have a profound impact on him.



Demetrius Ch. 14



 Chapter 14

♪ "Sometimes you're made to feel your love's a crime, When you got to kick at the darkness til it bleeds daylight." 

Their first week together was filled with sharing, discovery and learning about each other. They constructed their own world separate from the rest of humanity. Sometimes their relationship was loving, intimate and suspenseful. Though feeling he was playing with fire, he saw how she manipulated her surroundings and more direct approach to doing things. In contrast his way was circuitous, at times foolish -- like a puppy running around in a circle trying to catch its tail. She was a sex-goddess to him and he remained in awe of her skills. He found himself being drawn into a growing intimacy with her; one he was unlikely to free himself from. 

They made a compromise to their lovemaking when he'd withdraw before ejaculation, allowing her to have him orally. It was clear she liked that way best, insisting it was a source of nourishment.

He didn't take her or their relationship for granted. Each day was another opportunity to show her what human love was all about, before it was too late and he'd presumably not be able to. He bought her gifts, honoring her in ways no one ever had. Though she felt she deserved his praise because she was superior, it touched her that anyone human or vampire would care enough to make her feel special, gift-worthy. In fact she feasted on his tributes, finding his adoration a juicy artery of sorts. 

She was curious to know more about love and sometimes when he got home, she was watching some soap opera with curtains pulled tight in a world of romance and melodrama. It was funny to hear her comments as to what the characters should do. Perhaps she was becoming more human while he was becoming vampire. She referred to television as, 

"An electronic viewing box of ads, aimlessness and absurdity where marketers tried to create a need in an unknown audience of potential consumers." 

One evening she prepared dinner for them. They ate by candlelight. He watched her suck down what he thought was raw beef liver, though she wouldn't tell him where she got it. They toasted with something of her choosing. He was afraid to ask what it was, deciding it was best if he didn't. Sometimes in the evenings she'd go to Sangre Maria's. He didn't know if she was having her social intercourses but suspected as much. He decided if she was going to do it he didn't want to know. Even so, his natural human jealousy and curiosity was hard to repress. One night he felt her getting in bed. He asked if she'd been with someone when she said,

"What do you think?"

He didn't answer thinking she was goading him. She was insistent however, rolling him to his back, pinning him down as she sat atop him. They were both naked. She held his wrists above his head swaying her tits back and forth across his mouth, growling angrily in his passive resistance; not wanting to kiss or to suck on her nipples. She didn't understand why it mattered to him. No one ever cared what she did sexually and knowing he did was upsetting. It was her business and she was the sole owner of her sexuality. It was her birthright but she felt he didn't approve of her owning her sexuality. His unspoken resentment towards her made no sense. 

He was no match for her strength as she held him down; easily maneuvering her opening on him until he was inside her when she decided she was going to fuck him, rotating and thrusting her hips against him. He warned what would happen if she continued, that he couldn't help himself.

"I know fucker," she said knowing she won and that he'd soon be vampire. And who knew she'd find the warm spurts of human semen, warming her insides to be pleasurable. When she told him she hadn't been with anyone he smiled. She lay on top of him; he caressed her lovingly. She knew his caresses were an expression of love and could sense how he felt about her. He loved her with his fingertips as she hummed contentedly, feasting on his love, sucking and squeezing it out of him whenever she could. 

The sounds coming from her were as though she was singing on the inside when there was no need for her to use her mouth. He thought it was the most beautiful sound ever and was pleased knowing there was no suggestion of revulsion on her part, in allowing him to ejaculate inside her for the first time. As expected it made him feel closer to her, their intimacy growing.

Rising up to smile down at him with her eyes, she made it clear they passed a milestone. She then knelt over his head encouraging him to drink once more. He found himself wondering what she'd be like if she was pregnant. He wanted to know about reproduction as it applied to vampires, asking her as much.

"Our birth rate is very low and we're only fertile once a year for about three days around our birthday. The urge for copulation is strong when we think of little else. It's not unusual to invite many male vampires to partake in what would seem an orgy. Usually we have sex with all of them, more than once. It's quite invigorating to have so many others attempting to fertilize our eggs. In spite of this our reproductive rate is much lower than humans. By our nature, we've developed an anti-aging ability to ensure the survival of our species. So, procreation is difficult but we make up for it in longevity."

"So how do you know who the father is, if you have sex with many," he wanted to know.

"The father is our husband if we're married. Unmarried others care little for who the father is since it has no meaning. Sperm is a nutrient-rich fertilizer to us," she said though he knew it mattered a great deal to humans. He said, 

"Humans like to know when their genetic material is being passed on to their young. I guess this is another way in which we strive to have immortality through the generations. We have this silly notion like we've planted a tree for future generations to enjoy," he said though he could tell she was amused. She said she understood but genetics was different for vampires. She also said humans had children to help them in old age but vampires didn't share the same incentive.

"Do you have doctors and scientists studying genetics," he wanted to know. She told him Adrian has been involved in the study and history of vampires for some time adding, 

"You'll probably experience some lucid and vivid nightmares. I'll comfort you. Along with these dreams you'll continue to acquire pleasant enlightenments when good and bad are switched at times. You'll get all twisted up or so I hear from trans-vampires. The important thing to remember is you are in transition and shouldn't panic, allowing time to help you. Some individuals experience anxiety disorders and begin to panic. They can lose their minds during this stage when we are called upon to round them up and deal with them through sedation, in some instances through termination."

"Gee, that's reassuring," he said looking at her curiously for comfort.

"You'll be fine. I give you my word."

"If I get all twisted up, how do we know I'll still love you afterwards?"

"Well you have to remember love is a human thing. We have to learn the concept as I've been trying to do with you. We'll always have a connection like the two rings I showed you with my hands. Having sex with others will be nice but not the same as what we share."

"Why don't young vampires remain young forever," he asked.

"Our anti-aging abilities don't begin until we mature. Our body temperatures begin to decrease. You noted my body temperature was high when we were together but that was because I used only hot water when I was showering. For an adult vampire our body temperature lowers to around 80 degrees as it continues to decrease with time. The older vampires will feel very cold to you. 

"Much of what you perceive to be aging is due to your cooking from the inside out. With a lower body temperature this is minimized. Our heart and pulse rates decrease with aging as well. As a result our circulatory systems don't work hard. Compared to humans we exist in a form of stasis, defying the aging process. While sleeping our heart rates are fewer than twenty beats per minute. That's why we've been called the living dead by those of your species." 

He thought about what she was saying. The more he asked the more sense it made. The more sense it made the closer he came to making a decision.

"How is it possible for you to heal yourself," he wanted to know.

"Ah yes, therein lies the real source of our difference and superiority. It isn't that we are parasites and live forever; it's due to our cells. Your cells are primarily single task in their purpose but ours have an awareness of our bodies and how they are supposed to be. When something happens to us physically, like being wounded, our cells in the damaged area communicate to other cells there is something wrong. They flock to the area and begin to restore and repair the wound or injury very quickly. You have the ability to heal too but your healing is very slow in comparison, usually when it's too late. Our cells have a blueprint and know what is normal and what isn't. When something goes wrong, they respond very quickly." 

"What if I want you to change me on our wedding night the way my mother did," he asked.

She thought about it awhile, knowing Anastasia wanted the honors but in spite of this she said, 

"You know that's not a bad idea since you always have a deep connection with the vampire who changes you. It would improve our relationship I think. Perhaps we can suggest it to your mother if you come with me to the graduation ceremony. She'll be pleased knowing we've bonded. I never told you this but she considers me to be her daughter."

That night he experienced this dream:

He felt her teeth on his neck. She often teased in this way, noting how excited he became. This time was different though, as he felt her bite deeply. He felt and heard his artery rupturing when she began to soothe him by running her hand over his stomach and down to his hardness. And then he felt her bite harder still when his eyes flew open, an unearthly pain consuming him. This was no playful sexual act he realized, it was a down-and-dirty vampiristic act of business if he ever knew one. 

Though already asleep he felt he was being drawn deeper, still having an awareness of what was happening in what he perceived to be the real world. She tried awakening him but couldn't. She panicked. He was aware of everything she was feeling and doing but he was unable to respond or escape what was happening. He heard her calling someone on the phone before returning to sit by his side, holding his hand. He thought she was scared as he felt her vigorously shaking his hand in an attempt to awaken him though he remained lifeless. 

He remembered the front door of his apartment being thrown open. It was his mother. She was dressed in a long black cape. He heard her thundering and echoing footsteps as she marched down the hallway towards him. The sounds of her footsteps were heard twice, from their source and again inside his head until she was beside him, looking down at his lifeless body in disbelief. She looked angry and concerned when he heard Alexis say,

"Oh Anastasia, I don't know what happened. We were sleeping and I was dreaming. In my dream we were married and it was our wedding night. I knew he wanted me to change him. After biting deeply I heard his moans. I awoke in a panic, realizing what I'd done."

His mother sat examining his wounds when she said, 

"You've bitten too deeply. He's in transition now."

At first he thought his mother was scolding Alexis for having done the unspeakable but when he realized they were hugging one another, he knew differently. He heard his mother say, 

"It's for the best darling but I did want him to come to us on his own volition. Alas, I fear it's too late now."

Feeling remorse in defeat he felt he at least had Alexis to cling to until he heard her coldly say,

"I suppose I could stay with him tonight if you'd like. I'll check in on him in a week or two to make sure he's adjusting. As per your instructions, I trust my task has been completed to your satisfaction." 

Her words cut deeply, lacking in feeling with their shallowness. Somehow her indifference hurt and mattered more to him than his losing his humanity, being changed. 

The following day while he was still dreaming, he didn't speak to her out of hurt and anger. He went to work asking for a transfer to their Chicago office without her knowledge. It was granted and he left without her knowing. 

He was on a Greyhound, sitting in the back, staring out the window seeing the road as it rolled beneath and away from her and the pain she brought to him. The motion of the bus tossed him from side to side. He sat limply in defeat, broken and empty in losing everything he once had -- his humanity.

While still dreaming, he'd been without her for weeks, missing her -- hating he still loved her. One night after work and having dinner, he stood alone looking at a Christmas nativity scene in one of the department stores. It was late and a warm heavy snow floated down around him as he looked at the Virgin Mary holding the infant in her arms. 

He thought he felt a presence but dismissed it, seeing only his reflection in the window until he felt someone taking hold of his hand. Her very touch revealed who it was, without his need to look. She pressed her shoulder against his, leaning on him:

"You're one of us now. You must come to terms with it. Don't let it destroy you and come between us."



Demetrius Ch. 15



Chapter 15

New life comes from shedding old skins. 

"Demetri wake up," she said shaking him seeing he was coming out of his rem-sleep. The first thing he did was feel his neck. He looked at her not knowing if he should be angry or sad when she said,

"You've been dreaming. I need to know what you dreamt since I used power-of-suggestion instilling a thought in your mind. I pinched your neck very hard and told you were being changed so I could see how you'd react to the idea in your sleep. I was able to follow your thoughts through most of your dream but there were things I couldn't understand. Can you tell me what you remember?"

He explained what he could. Telling her how terrible he felt in realizing she didn't love him, making him think she wasn't capable adding, 

"I thought you didn't care about me and it hurt more than defeat. The only reason I'd change is because of you. Can you understand what human love is all about now when the other person is all that matters?"

"Maybe, but separatism and isolationism is not permitted since our strength is a collective one. Humans fragment themselves with love and lose track of what it means to be a part of a greater social order. They lose the concept of being a team player. It takes time to understand what love is but watching soap-operas I've come to understand some aspects of it. I think I've always had those feelings for you, even when I saved you in the alley."

"That was you," he asked in disbelief realizing she'd been his champion all along. It dawned on him where the motorcycle-jacket came from and how she acquired it. In fact it was still lying on the living room floor. Strange that he never thought of whom it once belonged, thinking it was hers all this time.

"Yes it was me. Do you remember the night your mother came to seduce and perhaps change you? You began to cry making her emotional. The next day she told me she was giving you to me, to do what I wanted. She told me if love was not in our future I should change you by force. I could've before now but wanted to give you time to learn our ways, hoping you'd join us willingly." 

It occurred to him vampires weren't as evil as he once thought, even showing signs of compassion and understanding. Could it be there were different kinds of vampires, just like humans when there were both good and bad? After having sex again she said,

"I hope you understand it's too late for you to turn back now. You've ingested too much of my bodily fluids and in so doing you've become predisposed to vampirism now. Since engaging in intercourse with me and I allowing it, you won't be able to turn back or away from me now. I would as soon kill you in the name of love than to know you've chosen an existence without me. All that remains for us is to approach your mother with the news, so we can bond completely. Though you're not vampire yet, you'll soon begin to see some changes taking place to and within you." 

Though sighing in resignation the thought of being a vampire fascinated him. It occurred to him the line he began crossing was the same one his mother traversed. And for the first time he realized the alternate means they used in recruiting or converting humans. It wasn't only by biting them on the neck as we're told and often led to believe; instead it's done through oral sex and on a cellular level, one molecule at a time.

The next morning he called off work returning to bed when they cuddled. She was pleased they were to spend the day together saying,

"Good, you won't need to work anyway. I'll show you one of my methods in making money if you'd like."

He agreed also wanting to know more about the changes he'd experience asking as much.

"Well, your taste in food will change and you'll become more lean and muscular as your body fat diminishes to about 2% like mine. You'll lose a desire for carbohydrates and find yourself wanting things high in protein. You'll notice an increase in physical strength as though you were on steroids and hormones. Your body hair will cease to grow and your pores will begin to close, eventually vanishing. Other vampires will sense you're in transformation. Since I'm responsible, I'll mark you as being accounted for and as a warning to others. But not yet, it's too soon and you might not even know when I do it. But when I feel its right, you'll carry my mark."

"What do you mean your mark," he asked.

"It's like a tattoo, you'll see. It's small and not easily detectable," she explained before continuing with,

"Your transformation and new existence has begun. My bodily fluids along with my parasitic cells will devour your human ones rapidly, taking over. Your body will function better. Your senses will improve, being more enhanced. Vampire cells are very aggressive in eliminating disease, arterial blockages and fat cells. You'll look and feel better. Your sleep-state will become more productive and efficient. Your heart rate will decrease while sleeping, making your body react strangely while making internal adjustments. Eventually you'll have the ability to impregnate me since your human sperm will become like a vampire's. The stronger our connection is, the closer we'll become, knowing where the other is and what we're feeling from when apart and from afar."



Demetrius Ch. 16



Chapter 16

"And they're off and running..."

They took a shower together when he washed her back. It was a first for her. She liked the unsolicited bonus he provided. She chuckled in seeing him looking at his body for signs of change, or the mark she told him she'd give him. She explained the changes will take awhile, as it happens on the cellular and molecular level before being manifested outwardly.

"What if it causes me to panic," he asked. She answered his question with one of her own, asking if he thought feeling excitement and euphoria would cause anxiety. She told him to call a limo-service and they should pick them up as soon as possible, assuring him she had a treat in store.

"Give them our phone number and have them confirm when they're on the way. If they can't send anyone in the next half-hour, they should let us know right away."

She did her nails with the ones he bought her. She chose his clothes for him, laying them on the bed while she stepped into a black g-string before pulling on the sweater he bought her. Obviously she had no need for a bra. He was still amazed in seeing how beautiful her ass was inside the g-string. Especially when she reached inside the closet reaching up to the top shelf for something before stepping into a dark pair of gray business slacks. She knew he was watching and what he was watching when she asked if he liked her ass, enough to want to fuck her there. He nodded sheepishly when she asked if he liked doing it that way. He told her he never knew anyone willing to try it that way. 

"Well you do now," she said poking him before going to the bathroom.

She did something to her hair. It looked darker, slicked back and pulled tight in a bun at the back while still retaining its thick waviness. She wore a pair of unusual expensive looking earrings, carrying a hip-length leather courier purse with a simple flap. The purse also looked expensive, accenting her appearance nicely. 

When they were about to leave she opened her purse putting her sunglasses on. She grabbed his black baseball cap putting it on backwards when she stuck her tongue out at him. He was impressed with how good she looked feeling a great sense of pride in being with her. He felt she was a princess when her being a vampire suddenly no longer mattered to him. In fact he thought it made her all the more desirable. When they were leaving he did something making her howl, spitting on the motorcycle jacket still lying on the floor. 

"He was a heartless bastard," she said taking his hand.

They sat in the back of the stretch. The driver smiled introducing himself as Jonathan asking if they were newlyweds.

"Not yet but soon I hope," she said turning to kiss Demetri on the cheek. "I haven't been officially proposed to yet." 

She ran a finger over his thigh before playing with a button on his shirt. With head still bowed, she looked up at him with her eyes only hinting at being bashful for the first time.

"Are we to be married soon darling?"

Demetri smiled at the driver shaking his head yes when the driver said, 

"You're a lucky guy. I can see how happy the two of you are. Where are we going today?"

"Elmont, New York. To the Belmont racetrack," she said. Demetri's expression suggested he was pleased with the idea. She explained:

"We'll get first class visitors, owners and trainer's tickets. We can go to the stalls and I'll be able to appraise the animals before the trainers prep them for the races. You'll have a program with the different races and I'll tell you what horses we'll bet on to win, place and show. Your fiancé knows her horses better than humans," she said smugly. 

He recalled the story his mother related to him in one of her letters about what Alexis had done with Isabella and Constance. He thought they all knew them better than anyone could. 

Their ride took over an hour but they made good use of their time alone. Well, almost alone. They started out kissing and they were delicious causing her to tilt her head, wondering how it was possible she loved kissing him as much as she did. After one of their longest, she looked up and saw Jonathan smiling back at them in his rearview mirror.

"We'd like some privacy Jonathan, if you'd be so kind."

The dark partition rose when again they kissed. She moved her hand to him, squeezing it into hardness before finding his zipper. 

"You said we should have something special to us," she said adding, "How about if we make kissing special since you'll one day discover vampires don't kiss as we do."

He liked the idea, feeling her lowering his zipper. She said she was hungry, wanting to know if he could think of anything to help, not waiting for him to reply. He loved how her mouth felt on him and convinced he was doing her a favor, it all the more enjoyable. Afterwards they undid her snap pulling down her zipper as she smiled approvingly at him. He helped her shimmy out of her pants, pulling off the g-string along with them. She opened and closed her thighs in anticipation. He saw the playful teasing expression on her face encouraging him to do it. They were both aware they were hastening the changes taking place inside him.

He went to his knees rubbing his cheeks against her smooth thighs before moving his tongue inside her folds, thrusting it forward deeply. By this time he knew exactly how to manipulate her button to make it squirt warmly in his mouth. He didn't stop there as he brought her to a spastic climax when she began to laugh saying,

"You're such a bad puppy who wants to be like his mistress, making her so happy."

"And you're such a bad vampire for turning a helpless human into one of your kind in such a wicked way!"

She giggled teasing him by telling him he loved it as much as she did. It was true; he drank it all as though his life depended on it. In a sense it did. Neither she nor his mother ever told him one of the side-effects of their body fluids were drug-like. And like all drugs, he became addicted. 

Alexis's expertise revealed along with another first for him...

They went back into the breeders and owners circle; wearing the badge they were given. When a horse wasn't being attended to she'd pet and talk to it. He didn't know she was sensing and reading the animals biorhythms. Sometimes she'd feel their nose running her hands over the horse's body. It seemed by simply being in their presence she could sense their condition and mental state, when she'd tell him if they should bet on a particular thoroughbred. 

They walked back towards one of the stables in the rear. No one else was around. She told him it was where the owner's and breeders kept their breeding stock, to show other breeders when they came to the races. When they were alone she had him follow her inside an open-sided barn until they were in one of the stalls with a horse. She looked around making certain no one was around before handing him her purse. She comforted and calmed the stallion moving her hands over it, talking smoothly.

"Hold his head and talk to him gently," she told him. He watched as she pulled the horse's neck to her mouth using her snake-like tongue in locating the artery. He was amazed at how powerfully and ruthlessly she chomped down into the animal's neck, burying all four fangs into it until she had a death-grip on it. 

He realized he hadn't learned all there was to learn about a vampire's anatomy when he saw how wide her mouth opened. Humans can only open their mouths three or four inches but hers was two to three times that amount. Whether it was due to her having a different skull structure or the ability to unhinge her jaw he couldn't say. 

The horse attempted to throw up its head a few times but settled down after the initial shock had passed. It was unlikely it could've ridded itself of either of them since he held the harness tightly. He noted only the initial bite caused it to recoil. And as quickly as it reacted, it began to relax as though nothing was happening. For a moment Demetri wondered if the horse was welcoming the bloodletting. He remembered how it felt with his mother and the sudden feeling of peace and tranquility, mysteriously easing the pain. 

He knew she was feeding, hearing the liquid swallowing sounds coming from her throat. Strangely she took hold of his hand squeezing it as she continued to drink for several more moments. He had no idea how much she swallowed, looking around to make certain they were still alone. When she pulled her mouth away she quickly placed two fingers over the main puncture wounds, breathing a sigh with her red dripping fangs on display. She looked like a child after being caught eating something unthinkable. But somehow what he saw was perfectly natural for her, even if it was disgusting. 

He was caught up in the stark reality of it, unthinking until her heard her say,

"Kiss me Demetri." 

Thinking the idea was repulsive he began shaking his head. It was clear she was annoyed with him when she said,

"Damn it Demetri I didn't ask if you wanted to kiss me; I told you to kiss me and you must learn to obey me when I give you an order."

Forcefully she pulled him to her telling him to put his tongue in her mouth. There was no room for any vacillation on his part. He did as she demanded. She tried comforting him by telling him it was like au jus, having more protein than steak without the fat and chemicals. His first reaction was repugnance but when she told him he needed to get used to the idea he acquiesced, believing and trusting in her.

"Put your mouth over my index finger and drink several mouthfuls. Your new cells will get a boost and they'll function and populate quicker," she told him.

He did her bidding. The first squirt struck the back of his throat forcefully. He had but little choice in swallowing it. The other squirts were timed with the beating of the horse's heart when he began to taste the wild flavor, like eating deer meat for the first time.

He drank obediently, taking her hand like she did before. He fought the feeling of wanting to vomit. But thinking he was accelerating the process of his cellular replacement, he was able to overcome the feeling. When he had more than his fill he pulled away making a face as though he'd been sucking lemons. It made her laugh. He watched as she licked the horse's wounds. Gradually the flow of blood decreased when she reached into her purse for a styptic pen applying it to the wounds. She fluffed up the fur in and around the wounds, using some cosmetic from her purse until the four marks were virtually undetectable.

"What are you doing," he asked when she explained, "I'm covering our tracks. If the owner or breeder saw the wounds they'd become suspicious. Vampires avoid arousing suspicions when they can."

When they turned to leave he felt his legs go weak, fearing they might give out. She seemed to understand, sympathetically taking hold of his hand before saying,

"I'm sorry if I was rough on you; for not obeying me but it's important you know the difference between a command and a question. Now let's go place our bets and have some fun, okay?"

He didn't mind her laying out the ground rules since she rarely did so. Without much thought he came to accept her authority with regards to such matters and especially when she told him to do something, even if it was disgusting. Besides, he presumed she was doing it for his own good. The funny thing was he began to feel invigorated, as though he'd drunk from the fountain of youth. When he realized he felt sated after drinking an animal's blood, his understanding of vampires began to make more sense, quenching a new found thirst and hunger. 

As they were leaving the barn he felt his strength returning, growing twofold. He slowed their pace pulling her to stop. She looked at him expectantly when he took her in his arms, telling her he loved her before kissing her. He held her close to him when she was reminded of how wonderful he and his human traits were. She melted on the inside, overwhelmed in understanding something she wasn't able to before.

Payday and their rewards...

They took turns cashing in their winnings, so others wouldn't know they were working together. They left the track with over $14,000. She opened the flap of her purse showing him the bundle when he said, "Not bad for a days work." 

There was a nearby amusement park. He pleaded with her to go inside, to have a look around and maybe have something more human to eat. He asked if she ever went on a roller-coaster when she said she hadn't calling them childish, smiling at him with her eyes.

"Please, for me," he implored when she finally agreed. They sat in the back. He studied her face as they made the slow tortuous ascent. The chain dragging on the teeth of the gears sounded like a drum roll. If they were to live to a thousand years, he'll never forget the look on her face. It was one of his happiest moments, being there with her. They felt the rush of excitement as their weight was erased in a virtual freefall. She howled, making others scream in laughter. They didn't know they were hearing how a vampire screams in terror. She grabbed his arm with both her hands until he thought her nails would puncture the flesh within his shirt. He didn't know if she was trying to save him or if she thought by holding onto him they would share the same fate, if something happened. No matter what it was, it was unforgettable. After the first hill was behind them, she told him it was like flying when one day soon they'd experience it together.

They ate at one of the restaurants when he agreed she'd order from the menu. She ordered a large bowl of raw spinach, raw clams and oysters that she cracked open with a trusty fingernail, or a fang when no one was looking. She threw her head back as they slithered down her throat. She watched in disgust in seeing him eating a very rare steak.

As they walked around the park, they came upon the sound of an old-time band. There was a dance floor attracting an older crowd. They were met with friendly smiles. He held her close. They danced to Willie Nelson's version of Stardust. He looked at her as she seemed intent on listening to the lyrics. He thought she was blushing. It never occurred to him she was capable of such things when he felt a rush of emotion, lifting her chin and kissing her for everyone to see. Her eyes reddened, others smiled in approval in what they thought they were seeing. She seemed happy when she said, 

"You know humans really aren't as bad as we're taught. I've learned much about you and the better aspects of humans. I'm sorry if I've acted smug and so superior. My feelings for you are beginning to make sense to me now. Besides, you're the nicest puppy ever."

She poked him in the gut with one of her heavy-duty fingernails; twisting it sadistically before calling him a fucker for doing things to her she didn't understand.

They found Jonathan sleeping, snoring soundly. On the way home they held each other enjoying their time together, their contact. He was happy realizing he never loved before. It was a new experience for them. She laid her head against his chest listening to his human heart, wondering if love was the missing ingredient in her existence. 

On their way home he ran a finger over her wedding finger asking if she'd marry him and if he could buy her a ring. He heard a series of strange sounds coming from her throat as her eyes reddened again. She fanned her face with her hand exhaling deeply while shaking her head yes. When whatever the spell she experienced passed she touched his cheek saying,

"We can go looking this week. We have much to prepare for. I want to speak to your mother right away and tell her the news. I'm sure she'll be pleased and how she feels about us matters greatly."



Demetrius Ch. 17



 Chapter 17

Misery loves company

They were in bed by midnight and perhaps as expected they were about to have sex. When he began to mount her she lifted her legs higher, placing them on top of his shoulders.

"Put it in the other way. I'm in the mood for it Demetri," she asked. 

It was different than what he was used to with her and when he got a nice rhythm going she said,

"I especially like being treated roughly when I'm having it this way. You can't hurt me of course but try all the same, it will add to my pleasure." 

No matter how rough he was she encouraged him further. It turned into a wild frenzy of madness when they were more like animals. She cheered him on, inviting him to get into the spirit of it. When he did he found himself crossing yet another line in his continuing change. Soon their sounds of passion filled the room. His in stark contrast to hers were heard throughout the apartment. If there was anyone in earshot, they surely would've thought something horrible was happening. 

She loved every moment of it, telling him to bite her as hard as he could on the top of her right shoulder; not stopping until he'd broken through, drawing blood no less. He heard her throaty laughter of encouragement as he relentlessly pounded into her, biting her neck as though he was trying to tear off a juicy piece of meat from its bone. It was as though he was vampire; she his willing, clutching and up thrusting victim. 

As he approached his climax he lost track as to how hard he was biting when they felt he'd hit pay-dirt. The taste of her blood now filling his mouth was hardly distinguishable from her other body fluids. 

"Yes," she said with enthusiasm looking at her shoulder. He saw her dabbing a fingernail into the blood, moving it around until it was coated with it. 

"Fuck me, let me feel your liquid-warmth filling me there," she said thrusting upwards almost squeezing it out of him. She placed her hand and blood-soaked fingernail on the nape of neck in readiness. When he convulsed in climax she met his final thrust, rotating her hips, adding to his pleasure. Without his knowing she sunk her bloodied fingernail into the back of his neck, tattooing him with her blood. 

He felt her fingernail puncturing his flesh but since it was timed so perfectly with his climax, the added pain only seemed to enhance his pleasure. Their roughness released the mounting frustration which had been festering in him for some time now. Though it proved to be therapeutic, he never knew he'd been branded, marked by a vampire. Her blood was like a tattooist ink, permanently marking him with what appeared to be a crescent moon. It would be a long time before he'd even discover it was there.

Afterwards he was exhausted but it was a good feeling since he felt healthy. Sleep came easily to him as she bided her time, waiting. Every once in awhile he began to convulse and twitch like he'd been given a jolt of electricity. It didn't wake him but it kept her awareness on him. She knew what was causing it; it was his body changing and adjusting to the transformation taking place within him. At first she felt good in achieving her goal of winning him over. A victory more important and longer lasting than the one she felt in besting him in a game of chess. But for some reason, she found she was having mixed feelings about his losing and what she'd set in motion. 

Of course she believed in vampirism, wanting him to be one and with her. On one hand she thought she was sharing a gift when they could share in an ongoing happiness for who knew how long. Still, she felt guilty knowing how vulnerable and helpless he was, he'd been. It occurred to her the promise of love for humans was the same as holding out a treat to a puppy, when you could hit them over the head with a club for all they cared. All that mattered was the promise of reward. 

Her presumed success led to something unexpected, something she was unprepared for. She never had to feel human emotions from the inside out. Oh sure, she understood them when she saw them in others but she never had to feel them for herself, until now. The feeling made her uneasy, restless and confused as though something was wrong with her. Perhaps she too had crossed a line when she could be losing her identity. 

Emotions and confusion don't come easily to vampires but when they do they're overwhelmed as was she. She began to feel anger and irritability, not understanding the reasons why. She wondered if she was losing her mind, wanting to talk to someone. That someone had to be Anastasia. She wanted to see her anyway, to break the news and to let her about their plans to marry. 

Alexis was yet to feel selflessness. She understood it but practicing it is not the same. Even her wanting to marry him was rife in selfishness, when she knew her social life and prestige would be elevated. The thought of being declared Princess Alexis had a certain appeal when the idea of love was still too mysterious. 

She rose from the bed silently, untying her gauzy sheath, letting it drop to the floor. She wrote a quick note telling him of her intentions and that she'd be back before morning. She opened the living room window a few more inches before sitting, thinking of the first animal most vampires' interact with in their attempts in establishing a kindred connection with the animal kingdom. She remembered holding one in her small hand, tickling its underbelly. She'd never forgotten when it bared its fangs, biting her finger as hard as it could. She allowed it this last act of defiance before angrily biting off its head, spitting it out before squeezing its innards into her mouth in reprisal. 

She closed her eyes feeling the transition when she was out the window heading northwest, zigzagging and elevating in stages until she found a current of wind to assist in her trek into the night. She loved the feeling of free and easy flight, leaving behind the burdens of humanity she was beginning to feel. The crap he and his stupid world instilled in her, cursed her with. Though she soared unencumbered, she knew she'd never be the same. 

You are accepted -- accepted by that which is greater than you, no matter how strange it can be.

She easily passed over the gates to the estate and could sense where Anastasia was as she gently lit down, returning to her former state. She had a unique ultrasonic song-like call which signaled her presence. It was both beautiful and distinguishable to those of her kind. Tapping gently on the window outside the library where Anastasia sat reading, she saw Anastasia's reaction in response to her arrival.

Anastasia smiled as she opened the door to greet Alexis admiring her beauty which was the appropriate thing to do before they hugged. 

"Come sit with me in the library. I can tell you've something to share with me." 

She handed Alexis a cashmere shawl to cover her nakedness as they sat by the fireplace.

"He's asked me to marry him. He thinks he loves me and asked if I'd change him on our wedding night, as you and Adrian did. I know you wanted to change him but I thought perhaps he and I would have a stronger bond if you'd allow me to do it. I thought it would make our marriage special, perhaps as you discovered it did with Adrian. Of course you know he's drunk from me repeatedly and will soon begin to see changes. I've marked him this very night while we were having sex. I told him what to expect and that he's crossed an important line."

Anastasia smiled. The subtle hints of victory appeared in her eyes when she said, 

"I understand your wanting to change him completely on your wedding night and so it should be my dear. But what about you," she asked seeing Alexis fidgeting nervously. 

Surprisingly Alexis began to cry, fanning her face trying to keep her emotions in check. She felt shame and confusion in having them. Anastasia rarely saw a natural born vampire grappling with human emotion. She stood placing a hand on Alexis's shoulder before sitting next to her saying, 

"Its okay my dear and there's nothing to be ashamed of. He's changed you too I see. I knew you'd experience human emotion through your interaction with him. He has the ability to elicit those things in his innocence. I knew it would be difficult on you but I thought it would be a priceless experience when you'd learn something valuable about humans. And I thought it was best if you'd get to know him while he was still human."

"I really don't understand," Alexis said adding, "I've never been happier and could never conceive how a sustained happiness was possible. I've had fleeting moments of happiness in my life but not like this. It makes me feel like I'm losing my mind; worse yet becoming human-like. What was once simple is now difficult. Do you think I'm going crazy?" 

"No dear, you're learning the human concept of love. It's a by-product of your interaction with him. I had no idea you'd be receptive to it as you apparently are. I thought you'd lose patience and resort to changing him long before now," Anastasia said when she appeared lost in thought, recalling her courtship with Adrian as though it was only yesterday. She continued with, 

"Adrian had periods of emotional outbursts and upheavals resulting in violence. His not having me and his being without me was impossible for him. Little did I know ingesting his bodily fluids would change me. If I knew, I doubt I would've avoided it since by then I knew I loved him and the idea of vampirism consumed me."

"The finer aspects of love have been troubling me," Alexis said adding, "I feel I've been selfish when he was virtually helpless in what I've done to him. I don't feel I'm deserving of his love as I've cunningly led him down the path to vampirism, daring to offer him the promise of love as well. And now I feel guilty for my actions and possible wrongdoing. Maybe it's my nature to be sadistic. Like he once said, I'm like a scorpion."

"Of course you are but who's to say your nature's to blame? Humans should know enough not to play with fire, loaded guns, poisonous snakes and alas scorpions. I'm sure he knew what he was getting into but must've thought you were worth it. With all things, we take the good with the bad. If he finds scorpions appealing in spite of their nature, he did it knowingly. Though I understand your concern I don't think we should feel sorry for him, after all we have the gift of vampirism to share with him," Anastasia said pausing long enough to see if Alexis agreed with her. She continued with, 

"Do you think he needs you?" 

"I don't know. I'm just an average vampire. He could have any human girl he wanted. Why would he come willingly into my arms when he knew he couldn't trust me? Since trust is supposed to be a part of love, I feel I've betrayed him."

Anastasia hugged her saying, "He's only human dear. We should be happy he'll be one of us soon. It' been my belief he was predisposed since I was in transition when he was born."

There was another pause as they read each other's thoughts and feelings, sensing the matter was somewhat resolved. Anastasia could see and feel Alexis felt better when she said, 

"You can bring Isabella and Constance with you in a few weeks. We'll have a small gathering when you can bring Demetri as well. I'll alert Adrian of your plans to be married and if you feel the timing is right, we can perform the ceremony then. If you feel more time is needed we can still announce your engagement to those in attendance. Please let me know if the two of you decide you want to be married right away, so I can make the necessary arrangements. I would imagine Demetri's anxious to start his new life with you, as I was with Adrian."

They hugged goodnight and after their saying goodnight she stood alone outside. She paced, lost in thought when suddenly she changed form, heading home to the puppy that loved her. She hadn't an ounce of confidence in her ability to return it, wondering if he'd discover her inability when he'd want to flee in horror. Like many humans, she wondered if love was worth the trouble.

Demetri' enlightenment begins...

While Alexis was visiting Anastasia, Demetri experienced the following vivid dream:

It was nighttime. A large crescent moon similar to the one on the back of his neck hung visibly above the horizon. There was a combination of low lying clouds and fog moving slowly across the marsh. A family of trees in the distance partially obstructed the view of the misty moon. A baying wolf was heard off in the distance, sounding like a warning in its eerie song. He and Alexis lay beneath a large bush on a layer of straw. She held their newborn in her arms for the first time. He heard her singing in her throat, to welcome their newborn into its new life. It occurred to him she never asked to be born a vampire and like any living thing, we're never allowed to choose certain things. 

He was amazed at how easy and natural it was in seeing her give birth. Like always they held hands whenever they did something new and exciting together. He laid down next to her smiling at the expression on her face when it occurred to him to say, 

"This is what love is. It's in your face now. Can you feel it?"

In the blink of an eye he saw the sharpest pitchfork he'd ever seen penetrating their newborn and into her chest. It was the most sickening and disgusting sound imaginable. He heard what he thought were her dying moans as she clutched her newborn tightly ...

"We got three of them over here," he heard an ugly human yelling to someone off in the distance. Suddenly he felt another pitchfork being thrust into his chest. As he lay mortally wounded he heard someone off in the distance yell,

"Cut their heads off and put em on a post like we did the others."

Sometimes -- not often -- but sometimes dreams can change us forever and so it was with this one for him. He knew he'd never see mankind the same way, not ever.

After waking in a cold sweat he reached out for her, wanting to put his mind at ease but the bed was empty. He found her note. He sat in the dark waiting for her, needing her, trying to shake off the dream and its impact.



Demetrius Ch. 18



Chapter 18

Garden snakes tails point to where beehives thrive, where birds don’t fly.It seemed she was the only one, knowing why.

She put on a full-length cotton dress. The kind women wore in the southern states around the turn of the century. Though she wore sun-blocking contacts making her eyes look human, she also wore small circular, Benjamin Franklin style wire-rimmed sunglasses. She tied a wide-brimmed straw hat at the neck with a pink nylon scarf to protect herself from the sun while tending her large flower garden. Every few days she gathered a fresh batch of flowers making several bouquets to replace the ones in the vases, scattered throughout the rooms in their mansion. 

Katrina had the whitest most beautiful skin imaginable without appearing anemic. Not a sickening white as you might think as her cheeks were blushed, a rosy pink. Some told her she looked like a porcelain china-doll, a princess of the night. Her hair was naturally black like her mother's. She streaked it with pink strands with the intention of appearing Gothic. She was an illusionist, drawing attention to one hand while deceiving with the other -- no one would ever guess, she was vampire.

She liked human culture, cosmetics and fashion. She took particular delight in styling her mother's hair when called upon to do so. She was studious having read all the classics, recently moving onto the ribald such as Fanny Hill (memoirs of a woman of pleasure) and Lady Chatterley's lover. Reading was a pastime she picked up from her mother when she was younger. Often the two of them sat reading in their library when Katrina would ask about humans, finding them fascinating. She thought it was "pretty cool" that her own mother was once human. 

"And they eat animals too," she asked her mother adding, "Why don't they drink the blood like we do and allow the animals to live?"

"Well, they do consume the blood but they add flour and other things to it when they call it gravy. This makes it appear less like blood and somehow more appealing."

She did her best to blend into human society sometimes going to the mall with a few friends on Saturday's. Since she was perceived to be their small town's version of a Goth-like girl, she discovered others were inclined to excuse her appearance when they wouldn't become suspicious. She decided if she were to marry she'd most likely choose a human male to bring into the fold, as her father did. 

Her fascination with sex was concealed as she found pleasure in voyeurism and debauchery. The various peepholes, many of which she ingeniously made to blend into the various bedrooms décor, were undetectable. Some were mere hairline openings, a carefully concealed wrinkle on a canvas painting. 

Her late night dalliances and meanderings through the mansion's labyrinth when her parents had guests provided an education into the sexual nature of vampires. Rightfully so she considered it a part of her education, finding particular delight in seeing her parents sharing their bed with others. They'd usually start with the others spouse and move onto acts of homosexuality. The expression on her mothers' face had stuck in her mind as the women encouraged and watched the men bring each other to a climax orally. It was clear the females found it arousing as well, when they too would devour each other in a sixty-nine as the men looked on. 

Needless to say she got more than an eyeful when she'd return to her bed, clutching her pillows tightly between her thighs as her fingers busied themselves between her legs. She'd gather as much of her discharge as she could and lick it from her fingers, discovering how it added to the throbbing she felt from her clitoris. Eventually she found by lying on her back and throwing her legs above her head, she could squirt her discharge directly into her mouth. The effects made her groin throb with exquisite pleasure. 

She liked to tease others with sexual innuendo, shrouding herself in innocence. And when they'd respond to her suggestions she'd pretend not to understand what they meant. Eventually when others broached the sexual subjects she hinted at she'd question them, trying to get them to reveal their innermost secrets and desires.

Once when her Cousin Basil was visiting she was tending the livestock as he secretly lay in a haystack watching her. He liked watching her bending over as she busied herself with the work she enjoyed doing. He had a crush on her and as he lay on his stomach rubbing his growing hardness against the hay he thought about doing it to her. 

"You look good when you bend over," he said unexpectedly catching her off-guard. 

"Oh Basil you set me on guard. Have you been there long," she asked.

"Not long but long enough to get a woody in watching you," he said boldly hoping for a favorable response. 

"Do you get erections often," she asked when he told her he did.

"What do you do when you get them," she asked. He smiled without answering.

"You don't masturbate do you," she questioned him sounding condescending, smiling. She waited for the day he'd try having sex with her, wondering why he hadn't already. Her mother told her some males were shy needing encouragement the first time. 

"Well yeah. Most vampires my age do. I'm not a candidate for the priesthood you know," he said wryly making her howl. He joined in her laughter when considering the absurdity of such a thing.

She busied herself allowing the subject to hang in the air thinking he'd say more as she continued to tease him with her silence. To add to it she bent over allowing him to see her ass, shyly turning her head to make sure he was still watching her. He couldn't take it any longer when he said,

"What about you, do you have sexual urges?"

She was too smart to allow him to turn the tables on her. She decided she was going to fuck him, wanting to see if he it was what he wanted. She didn't answer and after awhile he asked,

"Have you done it yet?"

She took off her work gloves scratching and rubbing her nose with the back of her hand before joining him on the haystack, 

"Basil, why would you ask such a question?"

"Well, I was hoping you might like doing it with me..."

"Oh Basil, if we were to do it; it might make you go blind with desire," she said teasingly.

"Well, can we do it until I need glasses," he asked wondering if she heard the quip. When he saw her grimace of pain he said, "No seriously, I want to see what it's like and you're the one I think about when I do the other thing."

"Maybe you're too inexperienced to make it worthwhile for me. I would hate to do it with you and then be disappointed. Why don't you show it to me so I can decide then?"

He unsnapped his pants and after unzipping them he lifted his ass to pull them down, allowing her to see his erection.

"Show me how you do it," she encouraged not being unhappy with his equipment.

He took hold of it. She sensed he might be embarrassed telling him he needn't feel self-conscious about such things. His hand moved up and down when she felt her own desire, considering how it would feel inside her. 

"It's okay if you come. I like watching em squirt," she said inviting him to do it. 

"If I'm going to do it can I watch you doing it to yourself too?"

She smiled sliding out of her pants when she began to finger her little button. He saw the whiskey-colored discharge running over and inside her folds causing them to glisten in apparent excitement and readiness.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this," she said innocently trying to tease him finding it as enjoyable as he did. She loved fucking and it'd been awhile, too long in fact.

"Huh what do you mean? We're already doing it and it's too late to stop now."

"Well, I'll let you put it in me if you really want to but then you'll have to do something for me," she said knowing he probably would agree to anything she offered.

"Okay," he said, "What do you want me to do?"

"Afterwards I want you to lick it out of me and then I want you to drink my pee. Deal or no deal," she said smiling her best vampire smile at him.

And so it was with Katrina as she found fun and merriment in such things. During Basil's stay she subjected him to other such ventures they dared to enjoy together. 



Demetrius Ch. 19



 Chapter 19 

When Alexis entered their apartment she was surprised to find Demetri sitting naked in the living room, staring into the darkness. She sat to his right taking his hand in hers without speaking, leaning her head against his shoulder. Their closeness was all that mattered to them at the time. They had their own thoughts and feelings to resolve; as a result, neither of them felt the need to speak. In time he told her about his dream and how it made him feel when he hated humans.

"I can't get the sound of the pitchfork out of my head, when it was thrust into you and our newborn," he said. She told him it was a nightmare and in reality no human had the ability to sneak up on a vampire in such a way.

"In addition to our enhanced sight and superior hearing we can smell them a mile away when the wind is right. You'll be able to do it soon enough I hope," she assured him.

Turning to rest on her left hip, she moved her right leg onto his lap when he felt how cold she was. He knew cold was relative but her flesh against his felt at least twenty degrees different. He knew a human would be shivering and grabbing for the blanket draping the back of the sofa but apparently she was comfortable. All the same he took the blanket putting it over them, hugging her in the joy he felt in having her there with him. Maybe she read his mind when she asked,

"Demetri when did you first begin to feel you loved me?" 

He thought about it awhile, wondering how it was possible in the first place.

"I guess it was when you climbed off your high-horse and apologized for being so arrogant and superior. When I thought you were capable of loving. Or maybe it was when you apologized to me when you felt you weren't prepared to have sex with me. Thankfully you had the presence of mind to let me know my feelings mattered to you. You could've given up and stormed out the door but you stayed to explain how you felt. 

"Perhaps it was when I first saw how beautiful your eyes were, how soft and yielding they could be when you wanted. Or maybe it was after the dream I'd been changed and thought your interest in me was sinister, realizing you wouldn't abandon me after all. Or maybe it was how you grabbed hold of me as though you would never let anything happen to me on the roller-coaster. And then, it could've been the night you allowed me to have sex with you completely and when you told me you hadn't been with others believing it was what I wanted of you.

"No, it was when I saw you cry for the first time. You didn't understand it and looked embarrassed. I think I knew you were humbled by the experience, needing reassurance in your confused emotional state."

Her head was resting on his chest when he felt her tears, though she quickly wiped them away. In disbelief he tried to raise her head so he could see her face but she prevented him from doing so. He also thought he heard a sniffle though to this very day, she denies it. 

"I must tell you some things about my past: When I was a young boy and having seen the movie E.T. for the first time. I never knew what happened to my mother and I tried to resolve it in many ways. One way was in thinking she was abducted by aliens. I didn't think she was unhappy, I only thought she wasn't able to contact me. I remember wishing I could be abducted too so I could be with her. Having those thoughts was how I hung onto my love for her, always believing she loved and missed me as much as I did."

"But you knew you couldn't trust me due to my nature," she offered not understanding the irrationality of love at times.

"Actually I didn't trust you and didn't think I could love you at first. I thought you'd probably change me when least expected, all the while hoping you'd give me time to make my own choice. The more I found myself liking you the less I cared about what I once feared. I guess I began to trust and believe in you which are parts of what love is. When I realized my ingesting of your bodily fluids predisposed me to vampirism, I gave up. Neither you nor my mother told me what effects they'd have on me. It was the underhanded trick the two of you used. One I didn't see coming in my naiveté. I knew I'd been beaten and when I gave up, I gave myself to you in the spirit of love, hoping my love would instill love in you. I guess I hoped you and my mother had my best interest in mind. Admittedly I was adrift in life anyway, susceptible to change, good, bad or indifferent." 

"It'll be okay. You'll see. Your mother and I do have your best interest in mind," she said reassuring him though he was not yet convinced.

"Let's go to bed. I like feeling your hot human sperm squirting in me, warming me from the inside out."



Demetrius Ch. 20



Chapter 20

He woke before her, feeling better than he had for a long time; maybe even better than he ever had in his life. 

He scowled trying to look mean as he stood before the mirror puffing up his chest and checking his biceps as though he was trying out for a role in Superman; seeing he had a way to go yet. He believed he was feeling better because of the changes she alerted him to. Optimistically he thought he was a caterpillar when one day he'd be a butterfly; wondering how it would feel to fly for the first time. 

He opened the refrigerator feeling hungry but didn't know what for. Everything he had in there looked unappetizing. He got an empty box taking out everything he no longer found appealing and when he was done, his refrigerator was empty.

He went to the bedroom, sitting on the bed patiently and taking joy in looking at her when he saw her eyes begin to flutter open. 

"Good morning sweetheart," he said smiling.

She smiled with her eyes reaching out to hug him, pulling him down into her cozy sleep-niche. He snuggled with her, smelling her morning scent, thinking it too was wonderful.

"I'm going to the grocery store and wanted to know what I could buy us," he said when she said, "Blood and lots of it," though he could tell she was at least partially kidding.

Reaching out to touch him she said, 

"Now you've made me hungry."

She squeezed him through his pants smiling at him when she said, "Please..." as she undid his pants, pulling his zipper down. 

She laid her head in his lap until he felt her taking him in her mouth, tickling the sensitive end before she began to suck in earnest, hungrily. 

He thought she was like a small animal at the tit. Not surprisingly, he lay on his side, lifting her thigh as he rested his head on her soft inner thigh. 

He found her little button, tickling it with his tongue before he began to suck on it when he heard her moans of encouragement. 

"He's so totally mine now," she thought anxious to feel his liquid warmth shooting in her mouth when she could drink his sweetness. Though she enjoyed the act, regardless of who she was doing it to, with him it was all the better; like their kisses.

He knew the effects her juices were having on him but he wondered if his male molecules could be making her more human, causing her to experience emotions. He hoped her having emotions wouldn't weaken her, as his mother suggested they did. If having her drink him made her more human; he doubted he would want to dissuade her from doing it. 

"Just get what looks good to you. I like spinach, eggs and tomato juice put into a blender. Muscles, clams and oysters are fine if they're fresh. Ask the butcher if you could buy a gallon of blood. He'll look at you like your crazy but tell him you intend to make gravy with it," she said.

While he was leaving he saw the box of food he planned on throwing away when it occurred to him to ask Beth if she wanted it. 

Knocking on her door and after she answered, he explained he and his fiancé were starting a new diet and though the items in the box were still good; they weren't allowed. 

She thanked him telling him he looked different but "good different". She kissed him on the cheek to congratulate him on his intention to marry. While she was doing so, he heard a booming male voice demanding to know who she was talking to. She motioned with her head saying he was home and was in a foul mood. 

Not wanting to linger and cause a scene, he left jokingly on tiptoes, like the Pink Panther. She laughed in seeing his version before closing the door. 

After shopping he returned with his arms full and surprisingly enough, with a gallon of beef's blood. He also bought her a dozen red roses, remembering the day she set one by the chessboard. Never in a million years would he think he'd end up marrying her and wanting to become a vampire.

He heard her showering. He entered the bathroom, hiding the bouquet behind his back, waiting for her to step out of the shower. Of course she knew he was there and she smiled holding back the shower curtain looking at him, wondering what he held behind his back, thinking it was most likely the blood.

When she stepped out, he produced the flowers with a smile. She hugged him saying,

"You're going to spoil me you know," calling him a "fucker" again and then sticking out her split-end tongue at him. Somehow it looked sexy since it carried with it the idea of sex combined with her nakedness and pointed dark nipples.

"Do that again," he said when she said "what" he said, "Stick out your tongue at me."

When she did, he moved to kiss her but instead of kissing her he began to suck on her tongue, drawing it deep into his mouth as he felt the tiny hairs tickling his tongue. They moved their tongues in and all around inside each others mouth for the first time as he began to hear the wonderful sounds of approval coming from her throat again, exciting him.

"You're such a fucker," she said as she sexily bent to dry a thigh, looking up at him with that certain smile. 

He continued to watch as she did little provocative things to tease him; such as "innocently" opening and closing her thighs as she dried her ass; as she sensed his thoughts. 

Knowing he was watching, she placed her middle finger on her sex, moving it in little circles while she looked at him, measuring his reaction in seeing her masturbate for him.

When he smiled she inserted it inside her folds, moving it in and out suggestively, as it became slick with her juices. Then she withdrew it, holding it up to show him and in so doing, she gave him the finger! 

Suddenly she stuck it her mouth, moving it in and out sexily to simulate coitus. She licked it clean, once more holding it up to him in defiance, giving him the finger again. 

She used her eyes and her actions to convey what she wanted of him as she sat on the closed toilet lid, placing her right foot on the seat opening her thighs,

"Come on fucker, get on your knees!" 

He laughed in knowing this was her game at eroticism; one of those rare unscripted and spontaneous moments in life. He did what by now he was growing used to do doing and as he did, she ran her fingers roughly through his hair, chuckling inside her throat as she thrust up into his mouth as he continued, making her come before once again he drank her deliciousness. 

When they were done he helped her towel off and they hugged, just holding each other. How far he had come, never knowing exactly when it was he had crossed the line when it was too late for him now.

He returned to the kitchen to unpack the items he bought when she joined him, looking for something to put the flowers in. 

He saw her nose going a mile a minute when she made a face, complaining about something smelling horrible. Neither of them knew what she was referring to until she saw the sleeve of garlic bulbs. It was almost as bad as when she saw the crucifix but not quite when she said,

"Uh-huh baby, get that out of here right now unless you want to see me throw up." 

He was about to throw them in the garbage but thought better of it when he decided to see if Beth could use them, explaining to Alexis what he intended. 

He knocked on Beth's door when suddenly her husband opened it angrily. He was about a foot taller and at least fifty pounds heavier than Demetri. 

He grabbed Demetri by the throat forcing him backwards against the wall, next to Demetri's door with a thud. He angrily shouted,

"Are you the one fucking my wife when I'm not home," he demanded. 

Demetri shook his head innocently, holding up the garlic comically, finding it difficult to talk; let alone explain he wanted to see if either of them wanted it. 

Alexis heard the commotion, grabbing the motorcycle jacket and haphazardly wrapping herself in it when she stepped out into the hallway,

"Take your hands off him," she said angrily and firmly. 

He had his right hand on Demetri's throat and with his left hand he was about to put it in Alexis's face to push her away saying, 

"What are you going to do about it?"

It was a mistake as she grabbed his wrist pinning his arm high up on his back with her left hand while grabbing his hair with her right. It looked like she was about to rip his hair out of his scalp. She had him bent backwards like he was a bow, ready to let loose an arrow as he moaned in pain.

"How about if I rip your arm off and use it for a golf club when I'll make a divot out of your scalp," she said when there was no mistaking she didn't mean it to be funny. 

Demetri was shocked in seeing the ferocity that showed in her face when she was really angry for the first time. She looked all animal to him since she was baring her fangs so only he saw them. It made him wonder how he could love her but he was beyond feeling mere love for her he knew.

With his arm being thrust higher and her relentless grip on his scalp, she had him sitting on his ass in no time as he wondered how she could've incapacitated him so quickly and effectively.

"I have no argument with you," he said looking up at Alexis when he admired what he could see inside the large jacket she wore.

"The hell you don't and the next time you touch my fiancé, I won't be so easy on you. Do we have an understanding," she said glaring at him and in no uncertain terms. 

She pulled the jacket tightly around her so he couldn't gawk at her while she continued to stare at him until she saw his resignation. Until he cowered like a whipped puppy.

"See if Beth wants the garlic Demetri and if she doesn't, throw it in the incinerator. I'll see you inside..." 

She looked at him as though she meant it to be an order. 

He offered the garlic to Beth; she took it shrugging her shoulders as if to apologize for her husband's behavior as he slowly got to his feet. He looked at Demetri with a new found respect. He didn't say anything but it was clear he had his tail between his legs as he rubbed his arm going back inside. 

"That's quite a woman you got there Demetri," Beth said in what appeared to be sincere admiration.

Once inside their apartment he saw her rage slowly abating when she said, 

"You're damned right I'm a scorpion and I'm proud of it!"

He was pleased she didn't ask if the accusations of his sleeping with Beth were true, thinking she'd understand given the circumstances. After all, Beth was the instigator and it was before he developed feelings for Alexis. 

He waited for her to settle down; daring to hasten the process when he offered with tongue-in-cheek and in a shroud of innocence,

"I didn't know you liked golf. Do you think we could play sometime?"

There is a rewarding sense of jubilation when someone we love is obviously angry and we can make them laugh. It may not have been a full-blown smile but she poked him hard anyway, calling him a "fucker" before her seriousness returned when she said,

"Something has been bothering me about you and this is as good of a time to tell you as any: Do you ever get angry or mad," she wanted to know adding, "Have you ever felt rage when your adrenaline kicks in?"

"I guess not," he said when she said, "Well, we're going to have to work on that along with your defensive skills."

She looked through the phonebook for martial arts studios, where the two of them could work together. She called and was able to reserve a room for three hours for the next day.

After their first session, he took her to where he worked and told them he was quitting. She patted his arm with encouragement as her hand went to her face adjusting her sunglasses innocently, as though she din't want to look conspicuous. 

The following day, after their workout and her expert instructions, they went looking for a ring for her. The one she chose was the one he thought was the nicest too. 

Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do yet but she wanted to wear it right away and there it remained on her finger for a very, very long time. There was no doubt in her mind they were married and their time together now was really all the honeymoon she could've hoped for. 

One day they went to Atlantic City and gambled. He couldn't figure out how she was able to do it but she was an expert at almost everything and anything she turned her hand to when their winnings, or should we say her winnings were over $10,000 dollars. 

She told him they could be married when they went to visit his parents and wanted to know if he was ready. He felt his mouth go dry when he said he was; he knew there was no turning back now, come hell or high water he was going to feel her bite deeply into his neck when he would be changed forever, when he would have to say goodbye to his humanity. 

His body hair was beginning to fade away when he saw his pores vanishing in small circular spots. In addition, he was growing stronger as he looked leaner and surprisingly healthier as well. 

One day they were walking through the park when they ran into George and Connie. Demetri wanted to talk to George in private, about him and Alexis but wanted her permission to do so first. She had some reservation about it but agreed.

Demetri and George walked slowly in the opposite direction on the path when Demetri asked,

"George, do you believe in vampires?" 

George looked at him smiling, thinking there was a punch line in the offing. When there was none coming and he saw Demetri was serious he said,

"No, you're kidding, right?" 



Demetrius Ch. 21



Chapter 21

Part One:

George saw the changes in Demetri's face as he looked as though he was on steroids or hormones.

"No, I'm as serious as cancer George," he said.

"You're scaring me. Cut it out Demetri," George said still thinking, if not hoping there was a punch line. 

Demetri explained his past and about his mother adding, 

"I didn't believe in them either. Now I'm in love with Alexis. She's a true vampire; not one that was changed like my mother was. I know it must sound crazy to you but I love her and want to marry her. 

"I just wanted to tell you what I'm about to embark on. I and my life are going to be very different and I don't know if I'll ever see you again, at least not as a human. I wanted to wish you the best with Connie and if you were shocked in discovering her secret; you can imagine how shocked I was in finding out about my mother and that vampires can be lovable when they want to be."

"Are you sure you're not, you know, a little sick. I mean you look different," George said as he wrestled with the silliness of the notion.

"My physical changes are due to ingesting Alexis's bodily fluids when they have predisposed me to vampirism. My cells have begun to change and I can feel the internal changes taking place as her vampire cells are taking over. I won't be completely changed until we are married and she changes me; injecting her substance into me. I don't know what's in it but she said it was like a genetic signature that would remain within me forever, when we would have an eternal bond.

"I know it must sound horrible to you but it's what I want. I no longer believe in humans and think they have created their own 'hell-on-earth'; not only for themselves but for the entire planet as well. 

"Maybe one day I'll be able to stop what they're doing in some way."

"You mean like a super-hero," George said with tongue-in-cheek hoping Demetri wouldn't catch his ill-timed humor. 

George rubbed his thigh repeatedly and nervously looking at Demetri over his glasses, still thinking this was too strange to be true.

"How do you know this is all real? I mean you might be hallucinating when your imagination has taken over. Maybe Alexis has done something to you and has some weird power over you, altering your mind in some way."

Demetri rolled up his sleeves saying, 

"Look at my arms George." 

There were scattered patches of hairlessness as he explained they were evidence of his changes. 

"My transition has begun, brought on by my willingness and repeated drinking Alexis's unique vaginal discharge; not from her biting me on the neck as we're taught," he said noting his arms were beginning to look more muscular too. 

"But that can be explained by a strong belief in something. There are people that bleed through their hands and feet on Good Friday because they have convinced their bodies of something. It's like the Buddhists that have learned to slow their heart rates through self-hypnosis and concentration," George said trying to offer some likely explanation.

Demetri wasn't sure why he felt called upon to prove it to George but he did. 

He looked over at Alexis until she felt his stare; when suddenly she looked at him. She knew his focus was on her but she didn't know why. 

For the first time he used his mind to call to her. He saw her pat Connie's hand as he was totally amazed in seeing her come to him. It gave him chills in knowing they had such a beautiful and unbelievable connection. Whether it was because she was a vampire or if it was due to their love; he couldn't say. He only knew if they could communicate in such a way; it was wonderful. 

When she neared, Demetri stood holding her arms as she looked expectantly at him.

"I want George to believe me but he's not easy to convince. He thinks I'm crazy. Do you think you could show him your fangs and perhaps your eyes," he said knowing she wasn't wearing contacts under her very dark sunglasses. When she agreed he walked over to George pulling him up off the bench saying, 

"Come here, I want to show you something; so you don't think I'm crazy."

The three of them stood in a close circle. They looked around as though they were making a drug-deal, making sure they were alone when Alexis bared her fangs looking at George intently, if not ferociously. 

He felt George jerk in seeing Alexis as he still held his arm. For a second he thought George would try to run away when he tightened his grip on him. 

She then removed her glasses. Her eyes batted tentatively before she opened them slightly, until she was able to open them further for a few seconds before putting her sunglasses back on. 

The expression on George's face was something to behold as he stared open-mouthed in seeing reality was stranger than fiction. 

"Oh my god; this is huge! Are you kidding me," George said in exclamation becoming animated, almost jumping up and down. 

It was clear to see he was beside himself when he didn't know what to do with his arms as they moved pointlessly at his sides. Finally he surprised them by hugging Alexis saying,

"You won't bite me if I give you a hug will you?"

Seeing them hug made Demetri realize how much he loved her, as he was still amazed in his ability to beckon to her using only his mind in doing so. He watched as she smiled at him over George's shoulder as he was still hugging her as though they were old friends. 

Not unexpectedly Connie began to feel as though she was the "odd-man-out". Uncertainly, if not tentatively, she made her way to where the three of them stood. She hugged Demetri congratulating him on his intended marriage before showing him her own engagement ring. George didn't have to say anything as his bashful grin said it all. 

They wished each other the best, before saying goodbye, walking off in different directions and into their vastly different futures. 

Every time Demetri turned to look back at them, he saw George walking backwards, waving at them in awe, if not disbelief. 

"What's a transsexual," Alexis asked when he smiled telling her Connie was born a male. 

They walked leisurely, enjoying each others company when it occurred to her to say, 

"So Connie was born with a 'stinger' but George found it in his heart to love her in spite of it."

He squeezed her hand, knowing exactly what she meant though he didn't suspect she could comprehend it. He wasn't sure but he thought the human heart was tied to the soul, when those possessing one had no limits as to how and who they were capable of loving. 

Part Two:

"You haven't told me if you want to be married when we visit your mother in about ten days. She told me to let her know so she could make the necessary arrangements. She said we might need more time and if you feel you do, its okay. We can be married whenever you feel its time; we have all the time in the world. I can't speak for you but in my mind we're married now anyway. All that remains is for you to welcome my eternal gift." 

Again his mouth went dry, not understanding why he continued to balk in taking the final step though he knew he would eventually. He didn't know if he felt excitement or it was an anxious sense of foreboding in hearing her use the word "gift". 

More often than not these days, the idea of becoming a vampire was exciting but it occurred to him suddenly having to live forever could be a curse given unforeseen circumstances. After all, death could be a welcomed relief under some circumstances, couldn't it? And if he couldn't die, wouldn't he be damned to live a miserable existence if he found himself unhappy for some reason. 

In spite of his gnawing and persistent uncertainty, he thought their love was the most important thing; he knew he'd never want to lose it no matter what the cost. He felt he was yet to explain his idea of love to her; the most important person in his life. 

He lacked confidence in believing she really understood it and that she was perhaps hastening their wedding for reasons he was yet to understand...reasons besides her wanting to change him on their wedding night. 

"What about your parents and their lineage," he asked for the first time wondering if he should tell his father and grandmother. Maybe it was best he didn't tell them since he doubted they would understand his decision, as he imagined them thinking he was no better than his mother. 

"I don't know much about her but I know she lives a humble existence on a remote farm is Eastern Europe. She didn't have much use for motherhood and allowed the community of vampires to raise me in a nursery, probably much like what you would call an orphanage. I don't know who my father is and doubt if she knows. The idea of marriage has little meaning for common vampires and has always been considered a union associated with the aristocracy in our culture and social order."

They came upon a pond when they walked up to the edge of the water, toying with it with their hands when he asked her,

"You've asked me when I began to love you but I have yet to ask you the same question. Do you really think you love me and if you do; when did it begin for you?"

They sat with their knees pointing upwards as they locked their arms around their legs, looking at the ripples and an occasional water-spider that was too light to break the surface buoyancy. 

"Walking on water for some living things must be like our walking in mud," he said.

She leaned against him when she asked if he wanted the long or the short answer. He wanted to hear all she had to say, like he always did. He thought she was the most fascinating creature in the entire universe. And the more he listened to her the more he loved her.

"Like most vampires, I lived a loveless life, never thinking love was something that could make me happy. Most of us have no idea what love is since it requires...something we don't have in order to feel it. It is a human thing and I thought you were ignorant fools. Perhaps as you might expect, I thought love was childish rubbish. 

"When I saw you in the park the first time, I thought you were the most beautiful human male I ever saw. Right away you made me feel things, as though you were a stray puppy needing me. Arrogantly I felt sympathy for you since you were only a human being. I had hoped we could have some kind of connection but I didn't know what I could offer you, or if you could welcome me into your life.

"Knowing you were Anastasia's son; I thought of ways to seduce you. I wanted you to like me at first; at least sexually. I wanted you to find me appealing so I could "infect" you when your conversion would be brought about without a whimper of regret. I knew the lure and promise of sex was powerful to humans. But I didn't know if you could find one of us desirable when you might be too scared and run away. 

"I wanted to have sex with you, to do the unspeakable, to see if I was capable of having a human inside me, the whole way. I think I wanted to know if you could like me enough to want to have sexual intercourse with me and when I realized you could; it scared me. It was when I began to believe we could have a connection and if you were to change, maybe you would want to marry me so I could have everything I ever dreamed of. 

"Yet I was still to understand love and when I realized I was being selfish, I began to think I was incapable of loving. But you led the way without words and I felt you had touched me deeper than I thought possible. 

"Still I felt as though I was playing chess with a master and had no idea of the finer complexities of the game. But love is more than a game, isn't it?

"When I was in the orphanage, one of the other girls had a puppy and I used to watch her hug him as she rubbed her nose against his fur smelling him. She never used the word or said she loved him but I knew she was very fond of him and I felt that I was missing something. 

"I didn't know if I wanted to be the puppy so I could feel her affection or if I wanted to be her, showing affection to an adorable animal. I began to wish I could have one too. I even asked our guardians but they said one was enough for the orphanage. Somehow I felt emptiness, as though something was missing in my life.

"You remember our time in the booth together and how I kissed you. I thought it was going to make me sick but it was the most wonderful thing I ever experienced. I felt like I was the girl in the orphanage and you were my puppy and even though you were a different species, I knew the emptiness I felt my whole life had disappeared.

"You see, love is something incomprehensible for us, even subversive. Perhaps it is evil in our community when sex is its own reward. The only vampires that can openly profess their love without evoking contempt from other vampires are people of royalty; like your parents. 

"It is wrong to belong or to devote yourself to only one other. We believe we belong to a community of vampires. To us that is the normal thing but in your culture, finding one special person to love is what is normal. 

"I don't think I could be happy that way since I've come to enjoy sex with various people, both males and females. To me that is natural and it feels right. 

"You might not be able to accept it now due to your ideals and upbringing but one day you will see a pretty girl, or a woman at a social event for vampires and she'll smile at you in a certain way when there is no mistaking the idea she wants to be intimate with you. 

"You'll become flustered and you'll want to be with her too; to feel your nakedness together and to do what is natural. Of course I will see the look in your eyes and know what is in your mind as it will be conveyed to me without your willing it. 

"The first thing I feel is not jealousy but elation in knowing you can find enjoyment in something that is intended to be enjoyable. I'll smile at you and tell you to go; to be with her believing it is what you need and want. It's what makes life worthwhile and when we engage in such things, we confirm our pleasure in life and in living. 

"I've only just begun to understand what love is and if it weren't for you, I think I would've given up before now. I only know how I feel when you hold me and touch me. No one touches me the way you do and makes me feel the things you make me feel. No one has ever treated me with such kindness and respect as you do. No one has made me feel more important in simply existing; in breathing the same air together. 

"No other human could drink from me and give me so much delight when I know my cells are taking over your cells when we will be as one some day. You are becoming a male version of me and I believe we will compliment each other in a way no one else could possibly duplicate. Our genetic link will be stronger than the one you once had with your mother. 

"When other vampires see two vampires that have this bond without the sanction of marriage; they become enraged since it is forbidden and it is their right to exterminate them in any way they can. This above all else is why I want us to be married; so we can have the ultimate connection and won't suffer the ridicule and fury from others.

"Of course I knew you beckoned to me before, using your mind to do so, since our brains are becoming as one brain when we share the same genetic mapping and blueprint. One day even our neurons will be the same. 

"After I change you, you will experience a relationship with me you never could imagine possible. Once my substance enters your system, my signature will be completed inside you when our spiritual communion will begin; our genetic signatures will be virtually the same. 

"We will be genetically indistinguishable; as though we are clones of each other while maintaining our gender differences along with our personality traits when we would never feel a sense of redundancy. I'll then and perhaps only then be able to comprehend what your concept of love is. The spiritual connection makes words superfluous when we will share in the same thoughts and understand everything without the need to speak. For example, imagine what it will be like for you to hear me speaking to you while I am performing oral sex on you, adding to your experience. 

"This is the gift I have to offer you and not immortality for without it; who cares if we live forever. 

"I don't think you understand what awaits you. You will be a prince and in line to become our next ruler, if and when something were to happen to Adrian. If you and I marry, I will become your princess when we can love one another openly without other vampires having contempt for us.

"There is no one else I would ever want to have this kind of connection with. I'm not sure when and if it has happened for me but there were a series of things that led me to the realization. My conversation with your mother, when she told me about how faith was a part of what love is helped and yet I still don't feel I understand it completely.

"I know I believe in you as you have dared to believe in me and I promise you an existence beyond anything you could ever envision heaven being."

She said all the things he needed to hear and he told her to let Anastasia know we wish to be married as soon as possible. She threw her arms around him and licked his ear, whispering to him to read her mind and to tell her what she wanted and needed right this very instant. 

He closed his eyes waiting for something unexpected to happen to him but when it didn't he opened his eyes looking at her. And then it happened, as clearly as if she had said the words aloud. Though her mouth remained closed he heard her say,

"I want to suck you off right here and now!"

And she did too as he nervously looked around making certain there was no one watching them, as her head bobbed furiously on his lap. She made him ejaculate quickly, as the circumstances seemed to dictate as much. 



Demetrius Ch. 22-23



Chapter 22

If you can't fight and you can't flee, flow. 

Connie had her hands full in trying to convince George she was a female. He made her cry when he indicated she was living her life in denial; since she had a penis. 

"I mean it's silly for you to have a penis and not realize you are a male at some level," he said trying to understand better; hoping she could provide some insight.

He wasn't trying to be mean but he wanted to hear how she resolved things in her own way. She thought he was being cruel and told him he didn't understand before telling him to leave. 

"I know I don't understand but was hoping you'd explain it to me," he said as she closed the door on him.

He let a few days pass, still grappling with the idea of it. He decided to research the subject and had received an enlightenment of his own. He hated having hurt her feelings and in a few days, he showed up on her doorstep with a dozen roses and a box of chocolates asking for forgiveness. 

"What's the difference, you'll just leave like the rest. They tell me if they want a male they'll find one and those liking natural females say their sexual enjoyment comes from the idea they are impregnating a woman."

He was hard pressed to respond to this when she added, "I never know if the guy I'm with is gay or straight, wondering how he could be either. It really is a curse and sometimes I wish I was never born at all!"

She began to cry again and he felt the need to comfort her. It's normal to feel sorry for someone we care about and those feelings can rapidly make us believe we really love them. They start a unique relationship of sympathy when the person being sympathized with begins to need our sympathy when it becomes the foundation of a relationship; not a good formula for success but it happens all the time.

George could never perceive himself as being gay but he made an exception for Connie. It was an eye-opening experience for him as he gradually bid adieu to his long held ideas. He cared enough for her and like a new ride at an amusement park; he decided to get in line. 

His ex-wife cared little for performing oral sex on him; Connie loved it. His ex-wife had a difficult pregnancy with Amy resulting in what is called a "tilted cervix". As a result when George entered her, instead of going in and up; it went in and down. He found this unexciting and not very pleasurable. The first time he had anal intercourse with Connie it was as pleasurable for him as any woman he'd been with. When he realized how much pleasure he was giving her; he found her excitement to be contagious.  

When it came to his performing oral sex on her: well that was interesting since his ex-wife had only done it a few times to him and he wanted to encourage her to do it more frequently. Without his thinking he told her he wished she had a penis too, so he could show her how good it felt. Though it seemed understandable at the time; it was an indication he didn't think the idea of doing it to prove his point was not as disgusting as someone might imagine. 

Connie knew what she was doing when it came to his indoctrination. Once when she came on her stomach, she dabbed a finger in it encouraging him to taste her. He did so reluctantly but with her gentle, yet firm persuasion, he acquiesced. 

Feeling her "little boy" squirting in his mouth became exciting for him since he knew exactly what she was feeling. It was sort of a payback too, showing her he appreciated what she did so unselfishly to him. After awhile he discovered it aroused him when he could mount her and fuck her; having her as the woman he could finally accept her to be. He was tentative at first but she encouraged him to fuck her as hard as he wanted, saying she loved the feeling both during and afterwards. 

As far as having children; he wasn't that keen on the idea but there were perhaps millions of wonderful children around the world awaiting a new home. Connie suggested they go to China on their honeymoon and consider adopting there. This was after they asked Amy is she'd like a brother or a sister.

Demetri has another vivid dream...

After their lovemaking that night Alexis told him she wanted to go to Sangre Maria's to see Constance and Isabella to announce their wedding plans and to see if they would be "bridesmaids" for her. 

He remembered hearing the front door closing when he entered a deep state of dreaming:

He was lying face up on a marble altar which was surrounded by lit tall floor-based candles. Off in the distance he heard the soft music of an organ playing something he recognized as Bach, as he also heard the incantations of those in attendance as they sung in what he knew was some ancient vampire language. 

He was naked, covered in a white and gold trimmed satin blanket that resembled a priest's vestment. Those in attendance sat in chairs on his right. To his left there was a high-rise stage where his mother and Adrian were sitting on their thrown, watching expectantly.

Alexis seductively undid her cape allowing it to fall to the floor when she too was naked. She removed his covering, draping herself in it before climbing up onto the altar, astride him. She slung one leg over his hips taking his hardness in her hand before inserting it into her until their coupling was made when she began to move up and down slowly; fucking him. She looked down at him, smiling at him proudly as she prepared to do her worse. 

"Are you ready," she asked when it occurred to him to tell her he had to pee. 

"You're such a fucker! You can pee inside me if you want to. In fact I'd like to feel it squirting in of me. You're about to go on my version of a rollercoaster."

He felt her gently fucking him until his attention was drawn to the sensation. She pulled the cloak over her head as she slowly moved her mouth to his neck when she whispered it would hurt at first but only for awhile. He took her hand squeezing it, not knowing what to expect, when he found himself begging her to stop...

"Please kiss me first," he begged until he felt her mouth on his. He needed reassurance, asking her if she loved him, thinking he never heard her using those exact words. 

Suddenly he felt her tongue on his neck as he continued to hope she would utter the words he longed to hear; instead he felt her fangs penetrating his neck when he heard and felt the sound of his artery popping open.

He didn't know if she was being gentle or not since once a vampire is sinking their fangs into you; it's hard to measure such things. 

But he knew this much; it hurt like hell in its brutal finality...

"Oh god Alexis," he heard himself moaning. 

The pain was excruciating; he knew she was into his neck as deeply as she could go. He felt and heard her drawing forth her substance, as it would soon enter him, changing him forever. When he felt it entering his bloodstream, adding her genetic imprint and signature to his, it caused him to jerk spastically as it worked its way through him. 

She seemed to know what he was feeling and every once in awhile she would move up and down on him, reminding him they were still fucking; distracting him from what was really happening to him.

"Soon he'll feel he is me and I'm him when he'll be so confused, he won't know what to think. This is the ultimate fucking a vampire can give a human," she thought priding herself in what she was doing to him.

He imagined her saying, "You're damned right I'm a scorpion," once more. 

Unexpectedly he felt the presence of others standing around the altar. There were both male and female vampires looking at him when his mother joined them. His mother took hold his hand apparently in an attempt to comfort him.

The pain was gone now as a warm wonderful glow spread throughout him. Alexis was still locked firmly on his neck as he felt he was being given a sedative; like morphine or heroine. Somehow he knew this was the most intimate experience they could ever have together and indeed as she predicted; he adored her.

He felt her continue to fuck him as she moved up and down gently, still injecting more of her substance into his neck. He had no idea how much she had but it seemed more than he anticipated.

It was a comforting fuck; there was no denying it when suddenly he felt he was falling backwards, down into the darkest well imaginable. He saw himself falling in slow motion as his arms and legs flailed at his sides. Instead of it being a ring-of-fire, it was an overwhelming cold and darkness. 

He didn't know what was at the bottom. It could be water or rocks when it occurred to him there were long pointed spears waiting to impale him. He imagined one of them going through the back of his head, coming out of his forehead when he was amazed he was still alive to experience it. 

He imagined looking up at the spear; it was above his eyes as it dripped blood onto his face. 

And then there was darkness; unlike any he knew as its weight was suffocating, causing him to panic and to scream out in fear. 

He saw his father's face as he looked disgustedly at him in his condemnation....

"It's alright Demetri," he heard his mother reassuring him. 

"It's your soul leaving your body. Let it go; you won't need it any longer. When you feel it leaving; you'll feel what it's like to be a vampire for the first time. 

He struggled to hold back tears as he squeezed her hand when she continued with,

"It's useless to fight it now dear. Take comfort in knowing you can never sin again; everything and anything you do from here on will be natural for a vampire when there is no such thing as sin any longer."

Suddenly he was in a pitch black room. It was beyond cold; perhaps approaching absolute zero yet he couldn't see his breath. 

A trickle of light entered the room from an unknown source when he saw a mirror on the far wall. 

He walked to it expecting to see his reflection but there was none to be had. He reached out to touch it, to confirm it was what he perceived it to be, finding it was indeed a real mirror as it reflected everything else in the room except him.

With his hand still on the mirror he rested his head against it; wanting to caress his missing reflection when he began to sob. It was like saying goodbye to a loved one for the last time. 

He felt he existed in a parallel universe where normal laws of physics no longer applied when he remembered George saying, "Where up is down and down is up."

The room went dark again when he heard the resounding sound of a door being slammed shut with a thunderous echo; reverberating throughout him with the feelings of guilt it left behind in its finality and meaning.

He awoke in a sweat feeling certain he experienced the future. The reality of his losing his soul seemed inevitable now. It wasn't that he was giving it to Satan when he'd be damned forever; it was more like it was going to be erased and it troubled him what it would mean and what impact it would have him.

He wondered if others would be so anxious to relinquish their own souls under similar circumstances.

And then he realized why he had the gnawing sensation Alexis didn't understand what love was... 

It was because she didn't have a soul! 

Chapter 23

He opened the refrigerator, drinking three or four mouthfuls of beef blood, trying to convince himself it was tomato juice.

The digital readout on the clock showed 1:30. He paced angrily knowing he was to blame as he considered what, if any options were still open. Realizing there were none to be had, he punched his fist into his open palm, not knowing what it would mean to him to be without a soul any longer. Maybe it could be a good thing, as his mother had said in his dream. He'd be free from committing sin just like any other animal. 

On the other hand he'd be losing his ability to love and if he couldn't love; wasn't that the same as losing Alexis's love? It was the very thing he equated with victory; having her and being able to love her as he did. 

To distract his feeling of loss, he stuffed his mouth with raw spinach which did little to slake his hunger. It was as though he was eating for two when it occurred to him Nick's would still be open. The thought of a warm slice of apple pie sounded good to him as he threw on some clothes, hastily making his way out the door.

It occurred to him he didn't know many on the late shift, as he slid into a booth. He fidgeted with the metal coffee-creamer waiting for someone to take his order. He looked at the tables along the windows when he saw her sitting idle, as though she was waiting for someone. She was the one he saw before; the night he went to Sangre Maria's, so many nights ago. 

Maybe it was due to his being more aware of such things after his dream but he knew what had been missing then, as it was still missing now; her reflection in the window. The table she sat at mirrored its image in the window but not hers. She didn't look like a vampire as she had blonde hair, when it occurred to him she looked familiar.

When she turned to smile at him it hit him like a ton of bricks; she was the Alexis in his dream when she came looking for him in Chicago. She had the same beautiful green eyes and was indeed the same person he saw in his dream.

He saw the chair opposite her sliding backwards slowly when her smile indicated he should join her. He thought he was dreaming again and his mind was playing tricks on him as he walked to her table, sitting in a chair that obviously had the ability to move on its own.

"You're the only one that can see me. So if you talk to me, cover your mouth so others won't think you're crazy," he heard her saying when there was no mistaking she was the girl in his dream; the human version of Alexis he thought. 

"Who are you," he asked wondering if he should've inserted the word "what" in the question as well.

She smiled a beautiful smile as she slid her hand across the table to take hold of his. She might not have been seen by others but he sure as hell felt the love she had inside her as it warmed his hand immediately; as did the peaceful loving smile on her face.

"I'm Alexis's missing part; her soul. The spirit intended for her in the grand scheme of things but when I saw she was vampire, I went into a state of pending. I think they must've overlooked my existence, or have yet to find a suitable host for me. But that hardly matters now. The real question is whether or not you could love someone without a soul and since you won't have one either; what difference would it make.

"I believe I have the information you seek in your enlightenment. You see, souls were a part of the curse that god imbued humans with as a punishment for disobeying him. The human version of events in the bible is told from a human's perspective but the real truth of the matter is that vampires have a common ancestor with the great apes, when they became parasites. Vampires are more advanced than humans and god saw they were good, having a role in the grand scheme of things. 

"However, he chose to test their loyalty and obedience to him by telling them not to eat from a particular tree, which wasn't uncommon for vampires at that time in their evolution. 

"Their real names matters little but you know them as Adam and Eve. They were two of his favorite vampires but when they disobeyed him, they were punished when their real nature was taken from them. He took away their immortality by altering their genetic makeup, when they became the first humans.

"'From this day forth, you and all of your descendants will be tested, as to your worth,' god said to them.

"Along with their suffering and loss of immortality, they would have to stand in judgment, as to what would ultimately happen to their souls. Souls are like links in a giant chain that binds and enslaves humans to him. 

"As you may have guessed by now, humans are the cursed beings and a part of the curse was to have a soul infused into them. It is the result of having a soul that man can sin; those without a soul have been granted presumed innocence like all the other animals.

"The hardship of being a human is indeed a difficult task and many have been made to suffer for Adam and Eve's disobedience. Man's existence is an ordeal; day after day of trial and tribulation as he must endeavor to redeem himself. 

"Yes, there is the promise of reward associated with souls and if man can prove himself when he dies, he is given back his original immortality in the form of a spirit.

"What's the use, you might ask but one of the things associated with a soul is what is known as spirit and from that comes spirituality, creativity in music, the arts and yes, it is where love comes from. These things were compensation so man could find joy in living. From love comes hope and faith as they are entwined. 

"What awaits you and Alexis is beautiful and worthwhile. It is true you won't be able to love as a human when you're changed. In fact you won't even be able to recall and understand the concept any longer; your memory of it is gone forever. Therefore you won't miss it since to you, it never existed. When and if a human should try to explain it to you, you won't understand it when you too will think it's, 'childish rubbish'.

"Having a vampire's marriage with Alexis should not be regarded as second-best either. You'll know this when you feel your telepathic connection. Your feelings for one another will come close to what you think love is now; in some ways it will surpass it. 

"During your transition she will try to grasp your human understanding of love but it will elude her grasp; always being just out of reach, like a capricious butterfly as it is eventually gone forever. 

"Love is not everything humans make it out to be anyway. Ask anyone who has suffered a loss, or had their heart broken and you'll know what I mean. Heartbreak is in your poetry, music and almost everywhere you look it seems. Regretfully, sometimes it is used to portray the futility in being human. 

"Once love no longer exists, you'll know there is no threat to what you have with her. Your engaging in sex with others will not be seen as a threat since neither of you will be capable of loving someone else. What binds you is your genetic connection and unique ability in knowing each others thoughts. You'll understand sex is simply a physical pleasurable thing and not what humans call, 'making love'. 

"I know this is hard for you to understand now, since your perceptions are still human."

He looked up and saw the waitress tapping her order pad with her pencil, impatiently waiting for him to acknowledge her presence and to give her his order.

"I'm sorry. I guess I was lost in thought. I'll have a slice of apple pie with ice cream and a cup of coffee," he said.

And then the unthinkable happened when Alexis entered saying,

"Hey fucker what are you doing here this late."

He looked at Alexis's other part when he saw her wink when she held up a finger, as if to say, 

"Watch this!"

Alexis wasn't able to see her spirit when she sat opposite him when it was apparent her soul was making itself known to her. 

He saw the effects as her soul began to interface with her. Alexis appeared to be phasing back and forth from appearing vampire and human, as her face kept changing between her two separate identities. 

Suddenly she grabbed her chest, where her heart was saying,

"What's happening to me Demetri? Something isn't right. Have you done something to me?" 

She trembled, bowing her head forward, as though she was about to throw up when again he saw her phasing in and out of being human and vampire.

"Oh my," she said not knowing what was happening to her when he saw her tears.

"I think I just had a revelation of some sort. I can feel what its like to love now; as though I've been given some insight."




Demetrius Ch. 22-23



She rose, briefly genuflecting at his side, taking his hand and kissing it before pressing it to her cheek humbly when she found herself feeling what love felt like at last.

She sat on his lap looking at him as her heart filled with love. She began kissing his cheek, holding his face with her hand; petting him as though he was her puppy and she the orphan child.

"I love you Demetri," she said kissing him deeply and affectionately; it was a soulful kiss.

The waitress returned with his order, looking at them as though she was about to object.

"Its okay; he's my fiancé and we're going to be married soon. Isn't he the most beautiful man you ever saw," Alexis said smiling at the waitress.

"Well, now that you mention it; I guess I wouldn't kick him out of bed if it were to come to that," she said giving him a wink before setting his coffee and pie on the table.

"Can I get you anything else," she asked when Demetri said, "I think we have everything we need."

She tore off the check slapping it on the table with a smile saying,

"It appears you do!"

They walked in intimate embrace until they entered the vestibule; he wanted to get the mail wondering if he should cancel delivery. She wanted to take a shower and went ahead of him. When he was about to enter the apartment, Alexis's spirit appeared to him again saying,

"I stayed within her for as long as I could; to let you experience her love, if only for awhile."

She touched his face, kissing him. When he was about to tell her he loved her; she told him she knew.

"I'll wait for your soul to leave your body; the one you're giving away."



Demetrius Ch. 24



Chapter 24

"Organismele de schimbare..."

Entering the bedroom he noted she was already in bed -- her head resting against the headboard -- waiting for him. After getting in bed, he rested his cheek on her stomach -- licking it. His tongue glided smoothly on her skin -- like a skater's skates on a fresh coating of ice.

She ran her fingers through his hair -- gently at first -- before tugging on it roughly, beginning to rake her powerful fingernails across his scalp. Sadistically she wanted to know how much pain she could inflict on him before he'd protest. A few times he was on the verge of voicing his objection but each time he was about to -- she'd become gentle -- teasing and playing mind-games with him. It was fascinating how she could read his mind, measuring his pain tolerance so accurately. 

"You know your hair has begun to change don't you," she observed seeing it was getting thicker, denser and more like hers. He told her he knew, saying it defied attempts in combing it.

"What's wrong Demetri," she asked sensing something.

"Cold feet again -- I don't know what it'll be like without a soul. Aren't you worried I won't be able to love you as I do now?"

"Who have you been talking to -- why would you ask such a thing," she asked.

"It seems my enlightenment has begun in bits and pieces -- in dreams and nightmares. I understand things I didn't before -- like your inability to love since you don't have a soul."

She had those concerns but avoided telling him. After thinking about it she said,

"I suppose there's some truth to it but vampires have a unique ability to imitate. I can do the things you associate with being lovable. Like now -- running my fingers through your hair. Isn't this a loving gesture for you?"

He told her it was but somehow it was lacking -- not an expression of love.

"It's true I can't love you as a human could but I can still give you things no human can give you. I can make you feel and experience things you wouldn't think possible. No human can give you the things I can." 

He asked what she meant -- she suggested she show him. She pushed his head between her legs,

"Make love to me with your mouth and drink from me."

He opened her folds, inserting his tongue inside them -- licking and exciting her. He tasted her "liquor" as it began to flow. She filled his mouth with gentle warm squirts when he began to swallow. He moved his tongue lower. She lifted her hips to accommodate him. As expected he found no taste there. He returned to her button -- feeling her convulse as she flooded his mouth with what remained. 

She told him to lie on his back. She sat on his chest. He watched as she forcefully sunk a fingernail into her flesh above her left tit, drawing it down beneath the right one. It was like seeing a scalpel opening an incision -- she began to bleed. In the available light her blood appeared black. As she leaned forward it pelted his chest -- tickling him -- quickly evaporating -- vaporizing.

"Drink my blood," she told him. He tentatively did as instructed -- tasting it for the first time. 

He swallowed a mouthful, seeing the incision already beginning to heal -- like a magic trick.

"The combined fluids from me will allow you to experience something you might enjoy. Consider it an enlightenment of sorts."

She leaned forward holding his head -- massaging his temples -- looking in his eyes.

"Look into my eyes until you begin to see something and tell me what you see," she said.

Her eyes were but a few inches from his -- it took awhile before a vision began to appear. It was like one of those three-dimensional abstracts you stare into until an image appears -- revealing itself as you wonder how it could've eluded you so long.

He saw a 17th century boudoir with a four-poster bed in the middle of the room. Some of the walls were draped with wine-colored curtains. The headboard was an ornate mahogany and there were several paintings scattered about the room -- some provoking in their eroticism. A single candle provided all the necessary light.

He saw her standing beside the bed wearing a white cotton night-shift as her hand went to the tie at the neck, undoing it. He was about to tell her what he saw when a vampire male entered from the shadows -- from somewhere behind him. He knew they were about to have sex -- he could see it in their eyes -- feel it in the air.

When he told her what he saw, he heard her use a Romanian phrase for changing identities and bodies -- "Organismele de schimbare," she chanted along with other words and phrases he didn't understand -- recognize.

At first he was a third-party observer to the scene unfolding when suddenly he became Alexis. He began to feel things no male could possibly feel -- becoming aware of an unfamiliar desire between his legs.

He saw the male vampire was a version of himself -- probably the vampire he'd become. He too had a nightshirt on and as he made his way to her -- he saw the movement beneath his nightshirt, indicating his arousal -- exciting him in knowing he was about to be fucked as he was now female. He always wondered what sex would be like from a female's perspective but never said as much -- before now -- owning it.

There was no need for him to adjust to his gender change -- it happened on its own. There was no doubt he was Alexis -- feeling her presence in him. 

Can you hear me Demetri?

He heard her -- somehow. "Yes," he answered uncertainly.

I've become the male vampire you'll become -- our genders switched. I'm talking to you with my mind and don't expect you to do the same yet. You know what I'm going to do to you -- what we're going to do! My arousal and need to be inside you is overwhelming and I must have you -- there's no denying my lust and you must abide. Hopefully, you'll do so willingly -- with enthusiasm. 

I want you to enjoy it -- it's meant to be a gift of enlightenment. I want you to tell me what you feel and think as the sequence unfolds. Talk to me as Alexis would talk to Demetrius. Behold, you are me and I am you! 

He did as requested -- understanding the incredible adventure and experience she made possible. 

He began with:

"You're moving slowly towards me with a knowing smile on your face. We both know what is to happen and when I see movement beneath your nightshirt; I know it signals your state of arousal and you're going to fuck me. I feel an excited anticipation between my legs -- unlike any I've felt before.

"You're placing your hands on my shoulders -- removing my night-shift. It falls to the floor behind me. I stand before you -- naked and uncertainly in being a female. 

"You're kissing the hollow -- between my shoulder and neck. I feel things never felt. You fondle me -- my breasts. I look at them -- seeing them for the first time in disbelief -- never knowing they were so sensitive. 

"You take me in your arms -- your hands move over my back, down to my ass -- squeezing it roughly -- ouch! You pull me close -- a gasp is forced from me. You're removing your nightshirt -- I look down -- seeing it differently than I could in the past -- for the first time. You take my hand, encouraging me to feel it. You smile proudly as I do. You rub it against my stomach -- letting me feel its growing hardness -- your need. I'm fascinated in seeing the iridescent streak it leaves on my stomach -- like a snail's trail. 

"We kissed. Our tongues played cat-and-mouse, trying to taste each others saliva -- unable to get enough of each other in our attempt at spiritual communion. ("Do these things in remembrance of me.")

"You take me in your arms -- easily lifting me up and onto the high bed. I feel my legs opening -- wanting to feel you entering me and how it feels for you when I enter you. You leap on the bed easily, as though you can fly -- Peter Pan in a fit of playfulness.

"You lay on top of me, moving up and down. I feel our skin making contact. It takes my breath away when I feel it -- me and you -- it gains entry easily. I never knew it was like this -- being penetrated. I'm powerless to stop you -- if I were to dare." 

I'm having you now -- our connection grows stronger -- more complete each day. The urge to move inside you is unpreventable. It's true I don't love you as a human but my excitement in this act consumes me with pleasure and lust until I begin to squirt -- again and again. Oh -- the male's ejaculation is so powerful -- is it not? I still feel the need to thrust deeper -- forcing it deep inside you until my remaining sperm -- becomes yours once more.

He recalled a nature special -- a fish letting loose its milky sperm, covering a freshly laid hatch of eggs. In his mind he saw the tip of her cock moving in and out -- sperm shooting in rapid-fire jets of excitement -- inside him. He held her close -- hearing her moans and laughter from inside her throat -- no longer caring if he'd be able to love her as a human.



Demetrius Ch. 25



Chapter 25

"The only intrinsic evil is the lack of love." -- John Robinson

He came to accept he wasn't going to be able to love her as a human--when he became vampire. So he decided he was going to do it while he still could. When he discovered she didn't know what a bubble-bath was--he bought some along with a bottle of champagne. 

After they made love--or should we say, after they had sex--he told her he had a surprise for her.

He took the bottle of champagne from the refrigerator and two glasses with him as he went to the bathroom--filling the tub with hot water as he poured the bubble-bath into the water. He sat watching as the bubbles overfilled the tub--making lots of suds. He placed two small candles in the corners along with the bottle of champagne and two glasses. 

He returned to the bedroom saying, 

"I have a surprise for you." 

He led her into the bathroom holding his hand over her eyes--asking her to keep them closed. He led her to the bathtub having her step into it when she opened her eyes.

"Oh foam," she said innocently making him chuckle.

"It's what we call a bubble-bath--get in--sit in it," he said watching her cautiously sticking her foot into it--wiggling her toes. 

When she saw it was safe--she sat looking at him in wonder. He smiled in seeing her innocence and her apparent surprise in the novelty of it--until she began to play with the suds. He noted she was still a little girl in many ways and he was able to tap into it. Though she may have thought it was childish rubbish--she allowed him his desire to do these innocent things when he wanted.

He heard the throaty sounds of her laughter as she discovered the pleasure inherent in something so simple. He knelt by her side bathing her--loving and adoring her as he washed her back. One could only imagine how slick her skin felt with the soap on it. He dabbed a finger into the suds, putting them on her nose when she did the same to him. Eventually she lay back in the suds--enjoying them and the foamy sensation they had on her. 

He stood to look at himself in the mirror above the sink. By this time his body hair had all but vanished--his pores were beginning to close. The hair on his head was so thick; he had to wear it differently--slicking it back when the hair above his collar was curled on his neck. Since he didn't have a full-length mirror--he stood on tiptoes trying to see his ass in the mirror above the bathroom sink.

"Is my ass getting bigger," he wanted to know adding, "Look at my chest--isn't it changing too?"

"You're beginning to look more like a male vampire," she explained though she knew when a female vampire subjects a human male to what she had been doing--her hormones would also be transferred to him as well. No, he wasn't to become a female vampire but he was taking on some of her traits--which included a beautiful ass. His posteriors were somewhere between male and female while remaining male; yet very appealing to either sex in their smooth-hairless-plump-masculinity. 

He popped the cork on the bottle pouring two glasses before kneeling beside her again. This too was a first for her--he explained it was a bubbly-wine. They toasted and he watched as she took her first sip. The carbonation fascinated her--tickling her nose. He wondered if he could get her drunk and if he could; what she'd be like--fearing it too risky.

The telephone rang and when he stood to answer it--she saw his ass as he walked away--understanding his obvious concern. 

"It's so beautiful," she thought, thinking it was the most perfect male ass she'd ever seen. She smiled in knowing she was to blame--if she could bring herself to feel blame. Instead she submerged beneath the suds when she completely disappeared--blowing bubbles from beneath the surface as she still saw his ass--knowing he and it were hers.

"Demetrius, this is your mother Anastasia," he heard her voice on the phone for the first time. 

"I've received news that you and Alexis wish to be married right away--is this correct!?"

Though he had come to understand and accept her decision in becoming vampire--he still felt he had a lifetime of hurt to resolve--hoping he was on the right path in doing so. He realized this was no time to address his issues though he knew he still harbored a deep-seated resentment towards her. 

"Yes--I suppose it is mother. I haven't talked to you for awhile and thought you would be pleased in hearing the news," he said. He concluded Alexis must've told her he was ready to go forth--once more into the abyss.

"Oh my--yes dear! This is wonderful. I would like you to get rid of your apartment--pack up your belongings and come to stay with us before the wedding. Your sister is on pins and needles wanting to meet you. Please bring anyone you'd like. You will live with us afterwards--during your enlightenment and transition so you and I can bond and perhaps you will find it in your heart to forgive me. You will be able to get to know Adrian better and perhaps hear what he thinks your future might be. Does this sound all right to you dear?"

He mumbled his assent when it occurred to him he might become Adrian's subject--perhaps a private first-class in his army or vampires.

She asked to talk to Alexis. He went to get her but saw the empty tub--passing the bathroom; thinking she was in the bedroom. She wasn't there--he returned to the bathroom--feeling certain she had to be there. He brushed the suds away seeing her lying beneath the surface--her eyes closed--unmoving with no sign of life. He sat on the side of the tub--calling her name when suddenly she opened her eyes beneath the water. She stared wide-eyed at him--with a look of terror on her face! 

Slowly she raised her head out of the water when she spat a mouthful of water at him--splashing his face with it. He grabbed her by the hair pulling her up to kiss her--telling her Anastasia wanted to talk to her. 

He was about to help her dry off when she waved him off--splashing her way to the telephone--leaving a trail of wet vampire's feet along the way--wiggling her ass suggestively in knowing he was watching her.

He threw on some clothes, wanting to see the superintendent--to see if he could get out of his lease--saying there had been an unexpected illness at home--thinking he would appeal to the super's sense of sympathy.

"When will you be leaving," he asked when Demetri told him by the weekend. The super had him sign some papers saying he felt he could lease it out rather quickly--knowing someone who needed a place right away.

He returned to the apartment when she was still on the phone...

"I want to go out for awhile--I'll be back in a few hours," he said as she nodded to him, holding up a finger for him to wait. He shrugged his shoulders--exhaling deeply--waiting patiently for her to finish her conversation. When she did she came running to him--jumping on him as she hugged him--being as happy as she'd ever been--petting his hair. When he told her he wanted to go out for awhile she said, 

"Wait--I want to trim the back of your hair before you leave." 

She opened the kitchen drawer taking a pair of scissors--having him turn around so she could take a few snips of his hair-saying it needed to be evened out. When she was done--she took hold of his wrist turning his palm up--as though she was handing him the scissors. Instead she jabbed the scissors into his arm when blood began to squirt everywhere. She quickly moved her mouth to the fountain as she drank his blood for the first time.

"God-damn-it Alexis--what the fuck are you doing?!"

In a few moments and after a few mouthfuls of his blood--she smiled at him with his blood still on her lips when she said, 

"Look at your wound fucker!"

He did so--seeing it already beginning to heal as she proudly smiled at him--hugging him, when he realized he was becoming immortal--less human. 



Demetrius Ch. 26



Chapter 26

It seemed for every endearing thing she did--there was always something wicked in store. She was as unpredictable as a scorpion--making him believe vampires had their own sense of what was funny, or acceptable. One minute she was hugging him and in the next--she was stabbing him with scissors--drinking his blood. 

He did many things in preparation to his leaving his old life. Perhaps things you and I would never consider doing--like going to the post office--telling them to cancel his mail. He was walking down the street when a school bus stopped and let out a few students. The students were wearing their parochial school uniforms. One of the girls caught his eye--surprising him since she looked like Kitty.

"Kitty, is that you," he asked hardly recognizing her without her Goth-like makeup and the way she was dressed.

"Oh Demetri--yes it's me," she said running into his arms--hugging him--taking his hand.

"I thought you were out of high school. I'm shocked in seeing you--you look so much younger. I thought you were at least 18 or 19. I never would've done--you know--what we did, if I knew you were still in school."

"Oh! You needn't worry--I'm 18. I was setback a year when I got involved with one of the teachers. I seduced him out of vengeance and on purpose--I used to remove my underpants before going to his class. When I saw him looking at me--I'd open my legs--innocently of course--not!

"Gosh, you look so different. You're not one of them now are you?" 

He looked around fearing others might hear them talking. They found somewhere more private when he said, 

"No--well sort of--I guess." 

He looked at the inside of his forearm again--still feeling the pain. He didn't think he'd been changed but found himself beginning to wonder if he had been without his knowing. Unthinkingly, his hand went to his neck as he felt for the telltale bite marks. He wanted to ask her if she wanted to go the wedding but didn't know if he should. 

"When I saw you last--you said you wanted to become one of them. Do you still feel the same way," he asked. 

"No way--I wouldn't want my soul ripped out of me and tossed in some dumpster--like a piece-a-shit. I only said those things because I was afraid of Alexis and the rest of em."

Hearing what she said and her choice of words made him slump and sigh. He felt he'd lost an ally in her. She really made him believe she wanted to become a vampire...

"Of course I do silly," she said poking him in the ribs adding, "You foreigners don't know what to think about American girls do you," she laughed.

"I guess not Kitty."

They were leaning against a building when she put one foot up against the wall behind her. Her pleated skirt rose to above mid-thigh. When she saw him looking at her, she took hold of her skirt's hem, raising it higher on her thigh, asking if he liked her uniform--teasing him in her innocent and provocative way; like she did when they first met. Her ability to tease seemed to come easy to her, as though it was a part of her nature.

"Why don't we go somewhere--so you can reintroduce me to 'Mr. Elmo'?"

He laughed thinking she might be kidding but when he saw she wasn't he looked up and down the street--momentarily considering it.

"I don't think I'm comfortable with doing it now. Maybe after I'm married I'll feel differently. At least that's what Alexis says."

She thought it was appropriate to say,

"Well, I hope you know she hasn't been faithful to you. I saw her a few times with some of the other male vampires."

He wasn't surprised but it hurt just the same. He knew he could do it with Kitty and not feel any sense of shame. Even if Alexis were to find out--he doubted she would care.

"Well, they're animals and like all the other animals--they'll do it if the opportunity arises. The important thing for me is to remain true to myself--my own feelings--while I'm still human. I don't know if it makes sense to you or not Kitty?"

She stood on tiptoes--taking his hand--kissing him on the cheek saying, 

"It makes sense--sort of--but not a whole lot. Come on Demetri--what's a little screwing between friends--sheesh." 

She was biting her lower lip--almost chewing on it in her sexual excitement--smiling at him--exciting him in seeing the sexual energy coming from her--as though she was going to pee her pants. She walked down to the end of the building--looking around the corner before returning to him. 

"Come on--I want to show you my new tattoo," she said taking him by the hand. She found a place beneath a fire escape. She set her books on the ground--looking at him as she began to wiggle her hips--smiling at him when he saw her underpants lying on top of her black and white saddle shoes. She turned around tossing the back of her skirt over her back--it was the tattoo of a black kitten.

She turned back around, facing him before snuggling into his arms--wiggling against him in her need. She took his hand, placing it between her legs when he felt how ready she was--her hand was undoing his zipper--reaching inside his pants. When he felt her hand on him--working him, he knew it was too late to protest further--if he would choose to do so. 

She jumped up onto his hips, wrapping her arms and legs around him--her opening found him--like it had eyes. 

They heard someone's radio playing from an open window:

Hey babe take a walk on the wild side Said hey honey take a walk on the wild side

"Oh yeah..."

Candy came from out on the island in the back room she was everybody's darling said hey babe take a walk on the wild side

(Sloshing sounds from Kitty filled the alley.)

And the colored girls: goo-do-do-do New York city is the place where they said Hey babe take a walk on the wild side...

He held her ass as she bounced on him--telling him he and Mr. Elmo should be an amusement park ride.

they said hey sugar take a walk on the wild side I said hey babe take a walk on the wild side

He said, "Oh..." and she said, "Ah...." The radio said: 

She said hey babe take a walk on the wild side Said hey honey take a walk on the wild side.

And the colored girls say: do-doo-doo

He said, "Damn Kitty." 

When she got off--each time--she said,

"I'm taken a ride on the wild side!"



Demetrius Ch. 27



Chapter 27

He was upset with himself for feeling guilty but that didn't change things. Innocently he entered their apartment, like-a-thief-in-the-night--hoping she wasn't there so he could wash the stink from between his legs. When he saw her talking on the phone; he thought of doing his Pink Panther routine--stealthily making his way to the shower. But that would only have brought attention to him when it was likely she would confront him--worse yet--she would sniff him out.

Covering the telephone's mouthpiece she said, "Hey fucker."

"Hey--" he said realizing he didn't have a pet name for her yet.

Since she was on the phone, he used hand language indicating he wanted to take a shower. He scrunched up his nose, squeezing it between forefinger and thumb--pointing to him self--indicating he stunk. He took a step to go down the hallway when she said,

"You already took a shower this morning."

"Yeah but I want to wash the smell of the city off me," he said taking one more step towards the bathroom. 

"Where were you," she asked almost comically though he found no humor in his guilt as he stopped dead in his tracks--like a prisoner attempting to escape when the spotlight is put on them--standing helpless against the wall expecting the worse.

"I went to the Post Office--to cancel my mail," he said taking one more step--almost there. 

"What else did you do," she asked when he imagined he was in the crosshairs of a machine-gun.

"Um--I went to the Library," he said taking another step towards the bathroom when she snapped a finger at him--holding up a finger for him to wait as she apparently listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. He began to whistle the theme from the Pink Panther innocently looking up at the ceiling. Until he ventured one more step--hearing her snapping her finger again--louder this time--more emphatic--like a warning shot. 

"I have to pee," he implored when he saw her glaring at him. He didn't know what her look meant but he thought she knew--somehow--someway in her vampiristic knowing. 

When he unzipped his pants--he waved his hand back and forth as though he was trying to fan the smell--hoping it would diminish it but instead it excited and atomized the air-molecules--filling the room with them when--he felt her standing behind him.

When he turned he saw her leaning in the door well--arms folded, as she tapped a foot on the floor. She closed one eye, furrowing her brow. With her open eye she squinted at him. And as was already stated, she could speak louder and more clearly with her eyes than many humans can with words.

"What's that smell Demetri," she asked as he hurriedly reached into the medicine cabinet for some Right-Guard which she snapped out of his hand instantly. 

"What smell--I don't smell anything. Maybe I passed gas while I was peeing," he said shaking it.

She took hold of his hand slapping the Right Guard into it before turning to walk away when she stopped--pointing a finger at him as she swayed her shoulders in what he thought was anger--mildly threatening him. Surprisingly he saw her taking control of what she was feeling--apparently deciding not to say anything as she turned to walk away when he knew it hadn't ended there. 

He hated it--knowing the threat of execution was always worse than having it carried out. Worse yet, he didn't know what she thought or felt. Here he had thought they were only capable of feeling anger. What he couldn't figure out was that she seemed capable of putting her anger and feelings in check.

"Is it a sign she really does love me," he wondered stepping into the shower--washing away the scent and goo from Kitty at long last. As he showered he wondered what Alexis was going to say; what she was thinking--feeling. Surely her behavior was a mystery to him. Was she perhaps more human than he thought? The thought she cared enough to become angry, perhaps jealous, was exciting to him when he felt his love for her growing to a new level--the way love seems to grow when we are threatened with the loss of it. 

When he was getting out of the shower, her heard the apartment door slamming shut. He shook his head, looking around the apartment for her--seeing she'd left. If he ever hated himself before--this was it--the pits--worse than he thought possible. 

Not knowing if he hurt her or not but feeling he had--he sat and began to cry--hating himself and what he'd done in his thinking it was okay--wondering how he could feel guilt when she made a point out of telling him sex with others was all right. 

After his emotional release--he stood looking at himself in the bathroom mirror and his red eyes. He splashed cold water on his face several times knowing he had to go looking for her. He dressed in the best clothes he could find and went to Sangre Maria's in search of her. Even if he hadn't hurt her--he knew he loved her beyond anything he thought possible. He imagined the torment he felt inside him being conveyed to her--through telepathy--when she would know he was crazily-mad-in-love with her.

When he entered the club he saw her dancing with someone. She was smiling and behaving seductively--making him feel all the more--whatever he felt. He didn't know if the guy she was dancing with was a vampire or not but he really didn't care at this point when he walked to her. Assertively he stepped between her and the guy she was dancing with when the guy said,

"Hey dude--find your own squeeze to dance with!" 

He was rudely and forcefully pushed aside when something inside him was triggered--set into motion as it surprised him with a sensation he never felt before. He looked at Alexis when she smiled at him--knowing and seeing the fury he felt as it showed in his face--pleasing her. He heard her words in his head clearly: 

"What are you going to do about it, because if you don't do something; I'm gonna let him fuck me?!"

"This is my squeeze asshole," he said pushing him backwards, reeling into the crowd of dancers.

He grabbed her by the arm to walk away when he was spun around--taking a solid hit to the nose--cracking it open like a walnut. Looking at her he moved his hand to his face as they watched it filling with blood. He didn't know what she thought or felt but he saw the fascination and excitement in her face.

"If you want me, you're going to have to fight for me now," he heard her taunting and goading him into action--doing that which he had fought against doing his whole life in the spirit of civility--until he was enraged with a new kind of lust. 

He didn't care how many times he got hit or how hard for that matter, since he knew it would heal and he'd doggedly pursue his opponent until he couldn't fight any more--at least that was what he was hoping. He had a lifelong of hidden anger inside him and it showed in his remarkable ability in fighting--as though he wanted to kill in a pervasive fit of anger. He used what he could remember from training with her, rendering his combatant unconscious--unmoving.

At some point during the altercation he felt he was an animal. Feelings of compassion were gone--freeing him to strike out and attack the way an animal would. It seemed the whole purpose of his existence, if only temporarily, was ruthlessness--to incapacitate his adversary--rendering him helpless until he was no longer a threat to him or anyone else for that matter. He also knew he was only a boy-scout compared to what he saw her doing that night in the alley, when his life hung in the balance. 

On their way out the door an ambulance was arriving. She clutched his arm when he didn't know how he felt in becoming an animal when certain triggers were turned on. It was both exhilarating and dreadful in knowing compassion and sympathy for other humans was the difference in being human and animal. 

He spat out a mouthful of blood knowing he no longer had a choice in the matter. It saddened and angered him since a part of him was fading fast when soon it'd be gone and lost forever.



Demetrius Ch. 28



Chapter 28

This world -- this life -- is stranger than a dream in the night.

When they got home, he decided he wanted to see what she was like after having a few glasses of champagne; instead of the few mouthfuls she had the last time. 

He went to the refrigerator taking the almost full jumbo-sized bottle, pouring two glasses, encouraging her to drink thirstily. She told him she shouldn't -- hearing from other vampires, fermented grapes can cause nightmares. In spite of this, she liked the bubbles along with the intoxicating effect. Eventually the effects began to show. In spite of this, he made sure her glass was kept full -- silently chuckling to himself as she became tipsy. 

There was a pile of movies to watch on the coffee table. Though she liked the action films with lots of violence; her ongoing fascination with the more romantic ones continued. Try as she may to understand love and its nuances, the concept always seemed to elude her -- much to her dismay. 

They were watching a romantic-comedy when something touching happened. He looked at her seeing her mouth was open, staring dumb-faced, trying to understand. He took hold of her jaw, gently turning her head to look at him, her eyes still on the screen -- her mouth open. Her eyes moved back and forth from him to the movie as she had no awareness as to how silly, or how cute she looked in her open-mouth state of confusion. It was the cutest and funniest thing he ever saw her do, no doubt brought on by the intoxication. 

He tried explaining what was happening in the movie; why it was emotional but he wasn't sure she got it. He filled her glass again and before long her head was resting on his shoulder. She was snoring -- gently. It was the first time he heard her doing it. After awhile he helped her walk down the hallway, sitting her on the bed and undressing her. She behaved like a Raggedy-Ann doll. After getting her under the covers, he kissed her on the forehead smiling, in seeing what she was like drunk out of her mind. 

At one point during the night, while they lay sleeping, there was a flurry of activity, followed by howls and growling sounds -- like those he heard in the alley. There was so much commotion, he found himself standing beside the bed, half awake when he saw she wasn't in bed. 

He walked down the hall, looking in the bathroom, the kitchen and the living room. She was nowhere to be found. When he returned to the hallway, he called her name -- feeling her presence.

He walked back into the bedroom when suddenly he felt someone -- something -- behind him. Quickly he turned, not seeing anything when for some reason his eyes went to the ceiling. 

The ceilings are about twelve feet high and in one corner she was kept in place with her outstrectched arms and legs. Her eyes were wide open in terror, peering into the darkness of night. 

She no longer had her usual human form, surprising him since he didn't know they could change their physicality the way she'd done. Her arms and legs were twice their normal size, filled with muscle. Her fingernails and toenails were twice their normal size as were her fangs -- protruding menacingly below her lower lip. 

He was scared in the knowledge he could never compete with such a creature, if she were to turn on him for some reason. He knew it was best if he proceeded with caution, making certain she knew he was not a threat to her.

She was indeed the creature in the alley. Her mouth open, snarling and growling at what she perceived to be threatening her. It scared him terribly -- occurring to him she may have lost her mind, devastating him he knew. 

He proceeded as though she was having a nightmare, as warned. He looked about the room, making certain they were alone when with a calm voice:

"Alexis -- it's okay -- you're having a bad dream. There's nothing to harm you. Please come down. I promise its okay."

In time he saw her regaining her senses when she dropped to the floor with a resounding thud suggesting her weight also increased along with her bulk. 

She went into his arms, folding hers at her chest -- like she was praying. He felt her body changing back to what he considered to be normal. He held her close, feeling her trembling. He began to flatten out her hair. It was standing on end, like the hackles on an animal's back when they become enraged or threatened. They stood in embrace until calm prevailed in their contact. 

"I'm scared," she began. "I want to marry you but I don't want to lose your love. Though I might not understand it, I feel it." 

They got back in bed. She lay on her side facing the windows, away from him. Though it had gone unsaid; he thought she took that side of the bed to protect him against an unsuspected intrusion from that part of the room. He cuddled up to her when after awhile she asked,

"Do you love her?"

"Who," he asked fearing she knew Kitty's scent.

"Kitty," she said.

"No -- I love you."

"You had sex with her," she said not needing confirmation, only acknowledgment. 

"Yes but it was only sex -- fun sex. I thought it was the kind you said we should have. I've come to understand it would never threaten what you and I have -- nothing could," he said in understanding the difference.

"You really mean it. You understand now how it can be different with others," she asked in surprise.

"Yes, but it's only because I know now what we have is beyond love. That was the part I didn't understand before."



Demetrius Ch. 29



Chapter 29

It was the beginning...

The remaining days in the city came fast and furious. Alexis was very organized and methodical, knowing exactly what she was doing at every turn. On the other hand Demetri had fits of irrational thought when he imagined himself running into the street screaming like a lunatic. The reality of what was happening to him and what was yet to happen finally sunk in. He kept thinking about what she was going to do to him, what he wanted her to do. She was his scorpion for better or worse, til death...do they really live forever? On one hand he wanted to feel her injecting her poison into him, on the other he wasn't sure he knew what he was doing. 

It was too late anyway. Sometimes he'd look at her without her knowledge or so he thought, while she busied herself with some chore. She won yet there was no sign of gloating on her part. Surprisingly the thought of what she was going to do to him excited him, both mentally and sexually. She was gonna fuck him real good he thought. Every time he thought about it he took her by the hand, leading her into the bedroom in the hopes of cementing their bond and showing her he trusted her. He became obsessed with her, wanting her frequently. She laughed in seeing and feeling his excitement. It made her excited too. The experience was new for her. She'd never changed anyone into a vampire before. Add to it, they were to be married.

Constance and Isabella were in and out frequently. They reminded Demetri of spinsters, clinging to one another frequently, insecurely. One day the two of them sat chatting on the sofa together looking at him oddly. He had the hardest time trying to determine what language they were using, let alone what they were saying. Only an occasional word sounded familiar. In frustration he went to see what Alexis was doing, rather than listen to their confusing and esoteric babble. 

"What in the world are those two talking about. I have the hardest time understanding them," he said to Alexis thinking she'd understand.

"They've developed their own language. It's multilingual, ancient vampire with bits and pieces from other languages. They use it when they're in public too, so no one will know what they're saying. I have a hard time understanding them too but I can read their thoughts well enough to know exactly what they're saying.

"They're probably talking about having sex with you, after you're changed and we're married. They don't like the idea of doing it with humans but they're looking forward to it. I told them they could do it now if they wanted but they declined, graciously I might add."

"What if I don't want to do it with them," he asked in annoyance.

"Don't underestimate their ability in seduction. My guess is you'd be helpless to resist, if they wanted you. They could create a scenario you'd find difficult to refuse, a highly erotic one."

He put a fist on his hip, leaning forward over the counter, as though he was a knuckle-walker. He removed his hand from his hip and began scratching his side while making a face like a chimpanzee. She didn't know he was trying to make her laugh with his antics. Protesting further seemed pointless to him as he reverted to his usual character. She knew him well enough to poke him, calling him a fucker when she added, 

"It will be easier when you're changed. You'll know when I want to be with someone. You'll feel a sense of excitement in your stomach, like the one we had on the roller-coaster. You'll look at me, seeing a certain smile in my eyes and you'll want me to do it; you'll understand. We won't have to ask permission. We'll feel the same thrill of it when it happens. It's really very beautiful and erotic for us, you'll see."

"So another vampire will put his cock in you and fuck you until he comes and you'll want him to do it," he asked.

"Yes, of course. Have you forgotten the thrill you felt when I allowed you to experience sex from a female's perspective?"

She grabbed his cheeks, squeezing them together saying, "Organismele de schimbare" a few times adding, "Fuck -- fuck -- fuck."

One day Kitty paid them a visit. She was beaten and bruised with a cut swollen lip. She explained her father hit her; he'd been drinking or doing drugs. He wasn't usually mean and never hit her before but when she told him she might be pregnant, he lost it.

"Since my mother left, he isn't the same. I don't know what to do but he needs something, something other than what I can give him. I'm a source of his unhappiness and frustration I'm sure of it."

Alexis placed her hands on Kitty's shoulders, after lifting her chin and looking her in the eyes. It was strange, as though Alexis was prying into Kitty's inner depths. Demetri didn't know what it meant but he was more concerned about Kitty, wondering what they could do to help her. Alexis knew his thoughts saying, 

"Kitty, if you want to leave your life and become a vampire, you can start by coming with us to live with Demetri's parents. Perhaps you can be our maid for awhile. They'll decide if you're suitable in becoming a vampire, if it's what you want. Think about it and if you want to join us, be here Saturday morning when we leave."

Demetri moved to Alexis's side, putting his arm around her waist. Receiving affection without it being sexual was still new to Alexis but she grew to like it. Kitty hugged them in turn, assuring them she'd be there Saturday.

"I'll be here. You can count on it," she said with conviction before leaving.

It was the ending...

Saturday came and the five were in the rented limousine. There were two split-bench loveseats facing the back of the limo. Constance and Isabella sat together on one side while Demetri and Alexis sat on the other. Everyone looked nice. Constance and Isabella wore expensive kid-leather zippered jump-suits. Demetri had a hard time in not noticing they were only zipped half way up, a few inches above their navels. Constance's suit was a deep burgundy while Isabella's was black with a short vertical collar. 

Kitty had the entire backseat to spread out on if she wanted. She looked happy and excited, thinking she was one step closer in becoming a vampire. She was leaving her human existence behind like Demetri. She was dressed in a black pleated skirt, white knee-high nylons and a white silk blouse with small kittens on it, along with her black lace-up boots. He watched as she crossed her legs, showing a good part of thigh and haunch in doing so. She looked better than when they first met. Her long eyelashes combined with the black eye-shadow made the whites jump out of the darkness surrounding them. 

For some reason she avoided eye-contact with him. But when she finally did, he was reminded of their intimate moments. Maybe it was his imagination but he thought their intimacy showed in her eyes. He didn't understand how it worked but her eyes looked sensitive, warm and beautiful. 

Kitty wanted to talk to him about having missed her period but didn't think the circumstances were right. Fearing they'd never be right any longer.

Alexis understood their feelings for one another but it didn't mean she liked it. She came to regret her decision in making a surrogate of Kitty. In her frustration she took hold of his hand, meshing their fingers together. He felt her squeezing his hand, digging her fingernails into the back of his hand. Before he could voice his objection she said,

"Demetri thinks you look very nice today Kitty. Don't you Demetri?"

"Um, yes I do I guess," he said trying to free his hand so he could assess the damage. Kitty thanked him, still avoiding eye-contact with him. He continued to try and free his hand but Alexis wouldn't allow it. The more he tried the more it hurt. So he gave up looking perturbed all the while. Kitty didn't want to laugh in seeing his predicament. She looked at Alexis saying,

"I hope I won't be a disappointment to you and look forward to serving you well." 

Her humility in wanting to serve them endeared her all the more. He found himself wondering what she'd be like as a vampire but couldn't envision it for some reason. 

Some idle chitchat took place when Kitty began to yawn. She asked no one in particular if it was all right if she took a nap. She was given approval in the form of some head-nods. As she closed her eyes Demetri felt the vampires bouncing thoughts around as though they were Ping-Pong balls. Since they were so quick and in a language he didn't understand, he couldn't catch the meanings as to what they were communicating. He looked at Alexis trying to understand when her telepathic conversation stopped abruptly. She squeezed his hand again, making a sound he came to understand was her way of conveying everything was all right.

They'd been on the interstate for awhile as Alexis continued to stare out the side window, seeming to be lost in thought. He looked at Kitty's face again seeing how beautiful she was in her serenity. Suddenly Kitty opened her eyes looking first at Alexis and when seeing her looking out the window, she stared directly at him for awhile when suddenly the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen appeared on her face. He smiled back at her which seemed to please her when once again she closed her eyes. 

The silence concerned him. He didn't know how vampires expressed tension but thought Alexis seemed nervous. Perhaps it was a sense of foreboding, only appearing to be nervousness for suddenly the driver swerved quickly to avoid hitting a deer. He lost control of the vehicle crossing the median when Kitty began to bounce up and down like a drop of water on a hot skillet.

The limo ended up on the other side of the freeway and was hit head-on by an approaching truck. Kitty went flying forward, through the open interior window cracking her head on the front of the truck. She and the driver were killed on impact.

The vampires were injured but their bodies healed quickly. Demetri's injuries were more serious, as he was rendered unconscious, becoming comatose.

Alexis lifted his limp hand in disbelief letting it drop lifelessly to his chest. She looked at the others as though she couldn't comprehend the finality inherent in death. Her refusal to believe what happened showed in her face. Her expression looked as though she was on the verge of rage and anger. Constance and Isabella understood her mental state. They assumed he was dead telling Alexis as much in hopes of getting her to leave, knowing the paramedics and police would be in route shortly. Alexis continued to stare at him not wanting to leave under the circumstances. It wasn't until they heard the distant sirens when Constance insisted they leave quickly. Alexis appeared to be in shock and was unable to resist their efforts in getting her out of the wreckage and away from the scene.



Demetrius Ch. 30



Chapter 30

The three crossed the highway, waiting inside the tree-line -- shaken and confused -- out of sight of those who came to investigate before the police and paramedics arrived. Constance and Isabella wanted to leave. Alexis refused to move -- resisting their efforts in making her. They could go if they wanted but she had to remain. In spite of their telling her he was dead -- she couldn't bring herself to accept it.

"You two wait here. If I don't come back, go to Adrian's and Anastasia's estate. If you can retrieve the luggage, do so -- if not, you can hitch a ride. If you want, you can change form and wing your way up north."

"Wait -- Alexis. Are you sure you're all right. Maybe we should stay together," Constance said looking concerned.

Alexis reached into her purse, putting her sunglasses on -- tapping the nose-piece firmly in place with her finger. The same finger she used in poking him, so many times. The sunlight was bright, too bright in spite of the contacts she wore. Besides, she didn't want them to see her reddened eyes. It was enough they could read her thoughts and feel her feelings, telepathically. 

She made haste returning to the wreck -- almost flying across the highway -- to him. The front half of the limo looked like an accordion. When she saw Kitty -- her lifeless body -- she touched her cheek, whispering something in some language. The closest meaning or translation was: 

"Sleep well, sweet kitten." 

A few motorists cared enough to stop, to ask if they could help. The look of horror in seeing the driver and Kitty spoke loud enough. Obviously they were sickened by the sight. Alexis told them she was a nurse -- they should wait for the ambulance. 

"Demetri -- can you hear me," she asked though he remained unconscious -- bloodied, with little pulse. Right or wrong she did what she felt she had to do -- biting him as hard as she could -- sinking her teeth into him. In a few moments she heard him moan -- moving slightly, a tremor.

"It's all right darling. I'm sorry we couldn't wait. I can't bear the thought of losing you. I have to risk it now -- changing you. It's in the name of love -- as selfish as it may seem."

He heard her words in his head, not knowing if he was dreaming. He managed to take hold of her hand -- too weak to squeeze it. He felt her squeezing his, reassuring him while she remained busy at his neck. His eyes moistened as he felt a mix of joy and sorrow. There wasn't a cold well into which he fell. Instead, it was a warm sensation spreading through him -- one of intimacy and surrender. All the things he once thought were important were fading, becoming meaningless as a new, different awareness came forth.

While she was still at his neck, Constance and Isabella entered, taking what they could of their luggage. She felt one of them touching her. No words spoken. She and they knew all there was to know. The three of them heard the sirens far off in the distance prompting their leaving. Alexis remained doing what she could to conceal the puncture wounds -- wiping the blood from her teeth and smearing it on her face. She wanted to appear as though she'd been injured too.

On the way to the hospital, while in the ambulance, one of the paramedics told her how lucky she'd been -- not to have been injured seriously. With tongue-in-cheek, she told them it was because she was wearing a seatbelt. Also, telling them Demetri was her fiancé -- she needed to stay with him. 

He remained unconscious until late that night. She sat in the chair beside his bed, in the darkened hospital room -- closing her eyes, beginning to sleep. About an hour later, he opened his vampire eyes for the first time -- sensing and feeling things he couldn't before. He didn't know why his senses were enhanced and what happened. He remembered being in the limo, bouncing around like a die in a shaker-cup and then the deafening sudden impact, being hit. 

He was about to find out soon enough -- what happened to him. The first thing he sensed was her presence. He turned, seeing she was resting peacefully -- lifeless. He reached, taking hold of her hand. Her first response was reflex, ready to fight until she saw it was him -- awakened at long last. She moved onto his bed, asking how he felt.

"I feel weird -- what happened," he wanted to know.

"We were in a bad accident. You were close to death and I felt I had to -- to do something."

He couldn't believe it -- what he thought she was saying but he could feel it -- in his newfound awareness. It was more a sensation than mental telepathy. His hand went to his neck, feeling the telltale bumps. He looked at her in disbelief -- she smiled with her eyes in confirmation. It was wonderful for her -- changing him -- fulfilling some innate instinct.

Seeing a mirror above the sink, he got to his feet slowly. She'll always remember that particular moment when he saw nothing -- looking in the mirror as he did.

"Oh my god -- Alexis," he said turning back and forth from her to where his reflection should've been. Strange, it never occurred to him to ask her about reflections -- or the lack of them. He knew there had to be a reason for it -- something he'd ask another time.

"You've done it. I'm a vampire now," he said looking down at his arms and hands -- making fists.

"Holy shit," he said.

She got off the bed, looking down the hallway. 

"We're getting out of here. Get dressed and wait here while I have a look around," she said.

"Okay," she heard him say mentally when she turned, touching his cheek.

"Very good," she said looking at him to see if he heard her -- he did.

After awhile and when he was dressed, she returned. She reached into her purse for a spare pair of sunglasses telling him to put them on.

"How do I look? You know, as a vampire. Am I what you expected I'd be?"

"Yes -- better than I expected. If someone says anything, just keep walking. Even if they come after us -- ignore them. If they become physical -- I'll handle it -- got it?"

They walked arm and arm down the hallway at a rapid pace when he felt the urge to giggle. It was more because of how good he felt than what they were doing. He felt invincible, never experiencing such a sense of euphoria before. 

"Don't you dare laugh," he heard her telepathic words of admonishment. 

They stopped, waiting before they got to the desk. She peeked around the corner and when the time was right, she hauled him by the arm -- walking faster than before, until they were out the door.

It was almost four o'clock in the morning. There was hardly any traffic. He couldn't transform himself -- he hadn't learned how it was done. Her instincts for direction helped her in knowing where they were -- about twenty miles southeast of the estate. 

She walked steadfastly ahead of him, along a country road. He was lagging behind distractedly, looking down at his body, like a little boy, feeling his new sense of strength in being when she stopped suddenly. He bumped into her unexpectedly. She opened her purse taking out two liter-bags of blood, handing one to him. She popped one open with her trusty fingernail.

"It's nourishment. We're going to need it because we're going to run the rest of the way. It's up to you if you want to drink it -- you decide."

He watched her drink, squeezing out the liquid into her eager mouth. It reminded him of those frozen-drinks of Kool-Aid he liked as a boy. 

"I don't think I'm ready yet. Maybe I can have a small taste -- to see what its like."

She handed her bag to him. When he stuck his tongue out to take a taste, he saw how it was changed. He looked down at it with eyes crossed -- puzzled and helpless looking -- making her laugh in the predicament he found himself in. Once he extended it, he didn't know how to get it back in his mouth, until she showed him.

"Watch," she said showing him how to coil it up, resting it in the bottom of the mouth. The new and unfamiliar discovery was enough for him. He decided he wasn't ready to taste human blood after all -- having enough to adjust to already.

"I'll keep the bag in my purse with the others, in case you change your mind. Are you ready to try out your vampire legs," she asked taking the sunglasses from his face -- putting them and hers in her purse.

"Wow," he said looking around, seeing it was like daylight, not believing it was nighttime. He turned the whole way around, getting caught up in the experience, seeing what the night was like for a vampire -- marveling in it. When he looked at her again, she was already far ahead of him. He took off running after her, thinking the game was on. It was incredible, he never ran as he ran that night. He felt he could go on and on forever if he wanted to. They ran about ten miles; at what he thought was an astounding speed. It was -- he had no way in knowing it exceeded forty miles an hour at times.

They met with a few cars heading in the opposite direction. Both of them slammed on their brakes when they saw them -- something -- running down the road at such speeds. He could only imagine what his and Alexis's eyes must've looked like, eerily reflecting the headlights back to the drivers. 

They were on a dark, isolated stretch of road with no one in sight -- alone together in nature. Not only did he feel nature surrounding him, he felt he was a part of nature. It was not a human experience and therefore it defies human description. Yet it was a feeling unlike any other. 

Suddenly she stopped; neither of them out of breath. She took him by the hand, making those wonderful laughing sounds inside her throat -- leading, if not pulling him into the woods with her. She got out of her clothes hurriedly, watching his face for the response she wanted in his seeing her naked desire. He knew exactly what to do -- her timing impeccable. She probably could've snapped her fingers and he'd get an erection by this time -- she trained him well. He undressed quickly, ready to partake in the natural act of copulation. 

It was beyond thrilling. His senses were such he couldn't help but ejaculate too quickly. They did it again, so he could get it right. They fucked until hearing the first sounds of morning and seeing the growing light in the sky. There were no thoughts or feelings of love -- the joy he found in the act with her was all he needed. It was just good down-and-dirty fucking with someone he still adored, satisfying them both in their need for it.

"We have another ten miles or so to go. Take my purse and put my clothes in it -- I want to fly for awhile. And I want you to see me transforming. I'll show you how we learn to do it when we have time."

He watched in bewilderment and amazement. Her transformation was quick. He picked up her clothes; having no problem in seeing her fly off in the direction they were headed. He took off running after her -- seeing her batting her wings ahead of him -- laughing his vampire ass off in this new life of his.

Though she couldn't speak as a bat, she spoke to him using telepathy. He heard her thoughts as clearly as if she spoken them aloud. She'd fly far ahead of him, only to return to buzz his head when he heard her say,

"Come on fucker. Is that as fast as you can go?"



Demetrius Ch. 31



Chapter 31

Negotiating barriers and other obstacles...

It was nearly daylight as they approached the iron gates and fence -- outside the estate. Demetri was startled when a menacing guard-dog appeared out of nowhere, howling and growling like a phantom from hell. The viscous drool from its mouth looked acidic. It continued its noisemaking until the lights on the outside began turning on in series.

"It's all right Marion -- he's with me," Alexis said calmly adding, "I believe you were informed of Demetri's expected arrival?" 

It was magical, seeing Marion turning into his vampire state of being. He looked formidable; as rugged as a vampire as he did a dog. Alexis took two or three long strides backwards before running towards the ten foot high iron fence, jumping it with room to spare. Apparently she expected Demetri to do the same -- yeah, right.

"Try it," she said, encouraging him from the other side. He backed up -- twice the distance she did. He looked like a diver, about to attempt a difficult dive -- his uncertainty showing. 

"A fine vampire I'll make if I blow this," he thought charging the barrier -- leaping over it easily enough. It was the landing he had difficulty with. He looked liked a B29 Bomber coming in for a landing -- without its landing gear. He landed, skidding on his stomach with arms outstretched in front of him. 

"Shit," he said face down, with his nose in the grass. All was not lost as he did well in concealing his embarrassment -- slapping the dirt from his hands before extending the right to shake hands with Marion. Marion looked at Alexis and then him, not understanding, when he hugged Demetri like a bear -- forcing the air from his lungs.

"Welcome brother," he said when Demetri felt the camaraderie typical in the vampire community, for the first time. 

The commotion outdoors was heard from within. If Demetri thought he'd been on the ground too much already -- he was mistaken. Katrina, his half-sister came running outside. She went airborne about ten feet from him -- throwing him to the ground with a flying tackle. The two of them rolled around on the ground when she told him who she was -- kissing him all over when they began laughing. She said he was indeed like a puppy. In the meantime, Constance and Isabella came walking out to greet Alexis as did Anastasia and Adrian. It didn't occur to him at the time, but he knew someone was missing. 

Alexis called Anastasia from the hospital when she was told Demetri's vital signs were improving. She felt certain they'd be leaving the hospital soon when visits from other vampires seemed risky and unnecessary.

Demetri and Katrina got up, brushing themselves off when she put one arm around his waist. With the other, she boldly felt between his legs -- approvingly. Of course it was strange behavior for us but not them. He looked at Alexis, uncertain why he was doing so.

"You know, we'll have to do it don't you," Katrina said convincingly.

"Um, no I didn't know. I have some catching up to do -- how things work. I seem to have my hands full, trying not to sound silly when I talk. It feels like I have a mouthful of marbles," he said.

"Oh -- you'll get used to it. So, you've been changed, huh? I was hoping to ask you what it was like to be human, while you were still one of them," she said making him laugh -- reminding him of someone else.

"I don't think I could've answered the question. It would be like asking you what its like to be a vampire -- having nothing to compare it to. But now that I'm vampire, I guess I'd say being human wasn't so hot."

Anastasia approached Demetri with outstretched arms, as he envisioned her doing. He'd arrived, negotiating a barrier and standing here, on the other side of midnight. It wasn't the end of the road as he once thought of it being; instead, it was a starting point -- a new road. 

His mother didn't look matronly, or motherly. Now that he was vampire, she looked more beautiful, making it difficult for him to relate to her. She was sexy and attractive -- reminding him they'd been intimate. When she hugged him, she pressed her body against him sensually. He was powerless to prevent an erection. She seemed to take particular delight in knowing she aroused him easily. 

"How would you like to be married today?"

"Wow," he said looking at Alexis, seeing her smile when she came to stand beside him, taking his hand.

"Do you want to do it today," Alexis asked, overhearing Anastasia's suggestion.

"Well -- maybe tomorrow. I know I'd like to sleep with you tonight. Could we sleep together and get married tomorrow?"

His human innocence resurfaced. It was met with Alexis putting her hand over her mouth, lowering her head, as she fought from laughing aloud.

"Yes, of course it's all right for you to sleep with your bride darling. I think it's wonderful and I suspect you're still talking and feeling things as a human. All the females here would welcome you to their beds tonight. Any night for that matter," Anastasia said. 

Constance and Isabella approached. He could see the immediate change in them, as to how they related to him. They were amiable and flirtatious and alas -- more appealing. 

Meeting Adrian was not easy for Demetri. Adrian appeared to be a no-nonsense kind of guy. Demetri saw why his mother was attracted to him -- he looked like a Count. Why wouldn't she be taken-in by royalty, given her background? Still, he was the reason she left him and his father. It was not going to be easy to resolve. 

Adrian seemed intelligent. It was likely he knew their meeting would be strained. Perhaps as compensation, he acted apologetically -- almost asking for understanding, if not forgiveness with his demeanor. Though Demetri was a long way from thinking of him as being his father, he was impressed in how Adrian conducted himself. 

Suddenly it finally dawned on him, who was missing.

"Where's Kitty?"

Alexis took him aside saying, "I'm afraid she didn't make it. I'm sorry -- I know you liked her."

Demetri looked down at his feet, putting his hands in his pockets, pretending to kick an imaginary pebble -- not knowing what to say, or how he felt. However, he knew he hated mortality -- thinking how stupid it was. Alexis took him out of his reverie -- taking his hand -- asking him if he was okay. 

He took her in his arms, holding her as their feelings and thoughts became one reality. No words were spoken. While he held her, he knew what they were sharing was the nicest thing he ever experienced. Far better than running forty miles an hour, leaping a ten foot high fence, or seeing the nighttime in daylight.



Demetrius Ch. 32



Chapter 32

"Gardening is an active participation in the deepest mysteries of the universe."

Discussion of the wedding arrangements began. Apparently, not much was required of Demetri; other than taking his place beside his bride. It never occurred to him what he'd wear, or if it mattered. For all he knew, he could wear a swimsuit and foot-thongs.

"Please, let me do your hair," Katrina begged Alexis. Alexis patted Katrina's hand in appreciation and acceptance of her offer.

"Come -- I want to show you the dress I wore when Adrian and I were married. Maybe you'll find it suitable for you too. We have others to call -- inviting them to attend. You and the girls can help," Anastasia said looking at each of them in turn. 

Constance and Isabella accompanied them to the house. Constance slowed her pace -- pausing to look back at Demetri. She demurely looked over her shoulder at him, seductively in her desire to have sex with him -- to fuck him. 

"She wants to do it with you. I guess you know as much," Katrina said seeing his smile.

Katrina wanted to show Demetri the grounds; her garden. Thinking their time alone was an opportunity for them to get to know one another better. She took him by the arm as they strolled leisurely -- feeling each others realities intuitively. He felt closer to her than he imagined his feeling -- like he really was her brother. His interaction with her made him think of Kitty again; thinking the two of them would've hit it off splendidly. 

He wasn't prepared for what she said next:

"You look like father -- when he was younger, of course."

"What do you mean? My father's in Romania now," he said not understanding her, feeling his core body temperature dropping a few more degrees. 

"Oh, you mean mother hasn't told you -- now I'm really in trouble. I shouldn't have said anything. I thought you knew -- about their past and how our mother was impregnated by Adrian when she was still human. I better not say anymore, it's best she tells you."

"Wait a minute," he said incongruously not willing or able to comprehend. 

"Adrian was a vampire and my mother was human. How could he impregnate her," he asked not believing for a moment Adrian could be his father. Yet a part of him knew it was the truth, in spite of his denial and inability to accept what she was telling him.

"Well, if you promise not to tell Anastasia, I'll try to explain it the best I can -- promise?"

"Yes, of course I promise," he said anxious to hear what she had to say.

"You know how you began to change from ingesting Alexis's bodily substance and how her vampire cells and molecules began to infiltrate and take over your human cells -- in only one month, right? Well, our mother and father had an ongoing affair for almost a year. Our mother became enough of a vampire from performing oral sex on father frequently -- drinking his sperm. The more she did it, the more addictive it became for her. She told me she used to get the shakes if she went too long without doing it to him. Eventually it caused her womb and ovaries to become receptive to vampire sperm -- allowing for impregnation and your conception. 

"When she gave birth to you, she saw you were human and not vampire. The man in Romania, who you refer to as your father; chased our mother from the house when he discovered she'd been unfaithful to him and worse yet -- she was becoming a vampire. 

"She didn't know what to do and didn't want to give you up but Adrian encouraged her to do so. He wanted you to live as a human, believing the day would come when you'd discover the truth. He didn't know what they'd do with a human baby anyway. He wanted you to decide what you wanted in life -- when the time was right. He convinced mother they'd be acting selfishly to raise a human as though it was a vampire. Finally she agreed, thinking giving you up would be a loving sacrifice -- one a human would make. She kept tabs on you, watching out for you when she could, without your knowing, of course."

He dropped to the ground, holding his knees together at his chest, burying his head in his arms. It was too much for him to assimilate, along with all the other changes he was experiencing. Somehow he knew it was possible. Yet he remained unconvinced, thinking it might not be true. Perhaps he was living a dream, or he laid in some hospital somewhere, in a coma. The whole idea, as strange as it might be, turned his past and life inside out -- upside down. 

He recalled bits and pieces of his childhood, when things happened strangely and without explanation. He always felt he was different from others as a youngster but it never occurred to him it was due to the fact he was -- what was he -- a half-breed. 

She sat beside him, feeling the revelation of what she said, troubling him. She didn't understand it, thinking he'd be happy in knowing the truth. Certainly there was no shame in being vampire -- was there?

"You're not disappointed are you? It's hard for me to think you'd be unhappy in hearing the good news. It's something you should feel good about, not a cause for you to become sullen."

She poked him in the ribs adding, "You've finally come home to us. It's where you belong -- where you've always belonged," she said standing to pull him to his feet.

"Come, I want to show you our garden. It's where I had many thoughts of you growing up and what you were like -- wishing you were here with us."

He felt better, thinking there was a chance she and everyone else were wrong. Where was the medical proof of what she told him?

They were in the garden when she said, 

"There are some beehives, with particularly aggressive bees. I've researched them, discovering they're African bees. I've seen them attack all sorts of critters -- those daring to venture too close to their hives. They're very territorial you know -- driving off snakes and even birds with their relentless and well coordinated attacks."

He was fascinated and impressed by how much she was able to learn from nature, through observation and research. They gathered up some flowers for bouquets when he began to feel tired -- yawning. He thought of the Wizard of Oz, when Dorothy and friends were in the field -- overcome with the need for sleep. 

Katrina gave him a brief tour of the house, noting he was still yawning. She took him to his bedroom saying, 

"This will be your bedroom," she said smiling. When he saw the bed; he again yawned, feeling tired. He wanted to know if it was all right to take a nap. 

"Oh, sure -- Adrian takes naps during the day too."

He lay down, closing his eyes as Katrina drew the drapes. He felt himself being drawn into a deep, mysterious sleep -- brought on due to the physical and mental changes taking place. As he began to doze off, he found himself communicating with Alexis -- carrying on a private conversation with her mentally until he fell asleep. 

While sleeping, he remembered her coming to check on him -- giving him something to drink. He didn't know what she gave him but it made him feel better, as though his body needed whatever it was. She undressed him, getting him under the covers and onto the silk sheets. 

It occurred to him why it was so easy for him to welcome her into his life -- how and why he was able to love her unconditionally. He thought it was because she appealed to him as only a vampire could. And then he thought of how natural it was for him to lick her. Where did he learn it was the same as kissing, unless it was instinctual for him to express affection in such a way? Shortly thereafter he had the following short dream -- a revelation suggesting what Katrina revealed to him was the truth:

He was alone, walking around the house, discovering new and different rooms, dotting the long hallway. He walked into what appeared to be the den. When he looked above the fireplace, he saw the painting -- dropping into one of the chairs. 

He held the arms of the antique chair tightly in his powerful gnarled fists -- staring at the painting of Adrian, when he was younger -- their likeness, more than apparent. 

The dream, like most dreams was accompanied by a feeling -- a feeling in discovering the truth about someone or something, as it's revealed to us intuitively, subconsciously. It left behind an awareness of who and what he was. In doing so, he felt as though he'd been set free -- free to move on into a continuing state of change, growth and self-awareness.