****** Blood Ties by Doug Atkinson and Jeff Johnston ******
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Blood Ties


I've never quibbled
If it was ribald
I would devour
Where others merely nibbled
--Tom Lehrer, "Smut"

The taxi dropped me off in front of the bar. I paid the driver and hopped out,
and regretted it. The place was almost unbelievably sleazy looking. The parking
lot was filled with flattened beer cans, broken bottles, and soggy roaches, and
the neon sign was spelled wrong. I couldn't believe that I was doing this.

I'd got a phone call the night before. I was busy with this girl I'd picked up
after work, so I tried to ignore, but after maybe twenty-seven rings I finally
got fed up and answered.

"Yeah?"

A woman was on the other end. "Is this David Jannon?"

"Yeah. Look, is this important? I'm kinda busy."

"This is real important. I've gotta meet you."

"Look, do I know you? If I got you pregnant, call my lawyer, otherwise go away.
I'm---"

"In the middle of fucking someone, it sounds like. Look, I--"

I started feeling sick. I'd been puking a lot lately; maybe I was coming down
with stomach flu or something. "Excuse me. I'll be right back."

I dropped the receiver and ran to the bathroom. I retched about five times,
drank a glass of water, and headed back to the phone.

"Sorry about that."

"Did you have to throw up or something?"

That surprised me. "How did you--"

"I know a lot. You've been throwing up a lot, right?"

"Yeah"

"Sensitive eyes?" "Yeah." I'd been wearing sunglasses a lot lately, because the
light really bothered my eyes lately. A sunny day really hurt.

"Look, I know a lot about what's going on. If you come to the Cat & Rooster
tomorrow night at midnight, I'll explain everything." She hung up.

I sat down and thought about it. Maybe I'd slept with her and she'd given me
some bizarre sex disease. It couldn't hurt to find out. I looked into my
bedroom and saw that Kelly had split while I was talking. I wouldn't have
anything going on tomorrow, then. What the hell.

The bar was even worse from the inside. I ordered a beer, but no way in hell
was I drinking it. Not only would I probably puke it up, it looked like it'd
scour the toilet bowl clean on the way down.

I was getting a bit sick of waiting when a girl finally came into the bar. (I
hadn't seen any, except for the hooker who needed change for the parking meter.
I assume they had more taste than to come here.)

She looked maybe fifteen or sixteen. The lousy lighting in the bar made her
waist-length blonde hair look red, and it gave her skin an unnatural cast.
Didn't affect her black tank top and jeans, though.

"Mind if I sit down?" she asked. I nodded and gestured to the other chair,
which she turned backwards and sort of sprawled on.

"Why were you looking for me?" I said. She sighed, and reached down into her
purse to get a cigarette. I tossed her the matchbook out of the ashtray and she
lit up, and handed it back to me. She took a couple of long drags, then flipped
her hair over her hair. She rested her arm on the back of the chair and rested
her chin on it.

"David, what did your parents tell you about your background?" she asked
finally.

- Jesus, I thought. This woman drags me out here, breathes smoke on me, and
wants to hear my life story. I thought real hard about throwing up on her to
make up for it, but I didn't want to be rude. How'd she know my name?

- She called you on the phone last night, moron.

"Practically nothing. My mother gave me up and vanished. I don't think they
knew much either, and they didn't really want me dwelling on it. I know they
wanted me to think of them as my real parents, so they didn't even tell me I
was adopted until I was twelve."

She sighed again, and exhaled a cloud of smoke at me. "Well, I'm your mother."

I exploded. "What? You drag me to the sleazy bar from hell, blow smoke in my
face, and make an idiotic claim like that? I mean, I must be ten years older
than you are! I'm not putting up with this shit." I grabbed my jacket from the
chair and started to leave, but she shot out her hand and grabbed my wrist.

She was awful strong for someone so little, so I sat down again.

"Listen, David. I know you've been through a lot of shit this week, but this is
important. If you're ready to listen, I'll explain everything...or if you'd
prefer, I can let you go out there without explaining, and let you find out
what's wrong with you the hard way."

I didn't like the sound of that, so I waved my hand at her to continue.
Besides, I wanted to hear this. If she'd been older, I could've even believed
she was my mother.

She let go of my wrist and sat back again. I rubbed it, and noticed her fingers
hadn't left those annoying red marks. It struck me how cold her fingers had
been.

She took another long drag, making me notice how the terrible red lighting made
it look like she was breathing fire every time she blew smoke. "First things
first, though. My name's Jennifer." I nodded my head, wondering when the hell
she would get on with it.

"Back in '78, I was a high school freshman, and getting really bored with
life...living it up whenever I could. I started going to wild parties, coming
home at all hours, if I came home fucking anyone who'd hold still long enough.
It all caught up with me when I found out I was pregnant with you, but I was
too stupid to take the hint. I stopped drinking most of the time and quit
smoking, but I kept on sleeping around. I had to drop out of school eventually,
and Daddy got me some tutors. I wound up sleeping with one of them
eventually...and I found out why he always came in the evening."

She ground out the cigarette in the ashtray and lit another one. I remembered
how strong she was and restrained myself from leaping on her and screaming "Get
to the point, bitch!"

"I was eight and half months along by now, and so he said he didn't actually
want to screw me, but he could still turn me on other ways. He used his mouth
and hands a lot, and I wound up lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling and
wishing I could die then. He gave me a chance to catch my breath, and started
kissing and nibbling on my face and neck. I wasn't paying attention, but it
felt like he was giving me a hickey or something. It started to hurt, and I
almost screamed, but he started feeling me up again, and I stopped thinking
about it."

She took yet another long drag, as I thought, - Great. My mother's telling me
about her sex life. What next, the tutor turns out to be my great-uncle Bill?

- Oh well, maybe Penthouse would like to hear about this. "I felt myself slowly
getting hard as she breathed the smoke in my face."

- Yuck.

"I didn't really learn much about European history that night, but I had a hell
of a lot more fun than hearing about World War One. I looked forward to the
next night, when we were supposed to go over the Fourteen Points, but some
other bozo I'd never seen before. The other guy'd quit. I would've complained,
but I felt really shitty. It was kind of like morning sickness all day long.

"The next few days I got even worse. About four days after that guy left I felt
like I was going to die. I started puking blood, my eyes were real sensitive,
and I had incredible diarrhea. I suppose I was lucky that Daddy took me to the
hospital, because I went into labor, just to make everything perfect

"After you were born I felt a lot better. For about a day. Then I started
throwing up everything I ate again. The lights were too much, and I almost
freaked out any time somebody came near me because they smelled real funny."

She stopped and contemplated the cigarette. It'd almost burned down to her
fingers, so she dropped next to the other one, and shook the last one out of
her pack. I picked up the pack and began shredding it just for something to do.

"I also couldn't get to sleep at night, so I spent a lotta time just staring at
the ceiling getting more and more out of my skull. Finally, the doctor strolled
by on his rounds about midnight and I jumped on him and tore his throat out."

That got my attention. I dropped the cigarette pack in surprise. She smiled at
me like she was daring me to freak out, so naturally I didn't. At least it was
getting interesting.

"I wasn't thinking at all. He was just lying there dead, and the only thing I
could think of was how good he looked. I started sucking on his neck, and when
the blood stopped coming out I started licking it off the puddle on the floor.
I couldn't get enough. When I'd got it all off the floor I sucked it out of his
shirt. Then I licked it off my hands. I finally came around before I ripped off
my hospital gown and sucked out the last few drops that'd soaked into it.

"It was a good thing I was in a private room. I knew sticking around would be a
bad idea, so I got some clothes and split. I don't know why the hell it took me
so long to figure out what was going on. I was a really stupid little shit back
then. I hope you're brighter."

I was still back at imagining her ripping her gown off, so it took me a moment
to figure out she wanted me to say something. "You'd been turned into a vampire
by your tutor, right?"

"No shit. I spent the next few days hiding out, figuring out how much sunlight
would hurt me, trying to find out how often I got hungry. I puked anything I
tried eating, so I knew all I needed was blood. About a week later I started
drooling whenever I smelled sweat, so I knew it was a good idea to eat
somebody. This time I found a mugger in Central Park and cut his throat with
his own knife. He tried to do the same thing to me, so it was only fair. I was
kinda startled to find out that I was stronger than this guy. I mean, he musta
been a foot and a half taller than me, and weighed three times as much. He had
a lotta blood in him, too. I didn't get hungry again for almost two weeks, that
time."

I was having incredible sinking feelings by now. On the other hand, I could
believe that she was my mother now. I could see the similarity. Her hand was
lying next to the ashtray, and I put mine next to it and compared how pale we
both were. I pulled it back when she sprinkled ashes on it, though.

"Well, that's about it. I assume Daddy had me declared dead and put you up for
adoption. I broke into the adoption agency a few years ago and found out where
they'd sent you, because I was kinda curious. I had a funny feeling about you
last week, and I came here and started watching you. It was obvious something
was wrong, so I cal--"

She was interrupted by the bouncer, who stood behind her chair and cleared his
throat. "Th' bar's closin' now."

She looked up at him. "Why didn't you say something earlier?"

"I was gonna, but I heard you was talkin' about some guy fucking you and I
didn't wanna interrupt."

Jennifer rolled her eyes and stood up. "Okay. C'mon, kid. I need a shower bad,
so let's go to a hotel. There's a lot I still gotta tell you."

I was a little annoyed at being called "kid" by someone who looked fifteen. Of
course, she was my mother, but still. I did want to hear what other bombshells
she was going to drop on me, though. I picked up my coat and followed her to
the door, half-expecting her to say, "By the way, kid, your father is Henry
Kissinger" or something.

We took a taxi to a cheap hotel somewhere, and she took off to the shower while
I sat on the bed and sorted things out.

Okay, this explained a lot. I mean, sensitive eyes, puking a lot, the whole
nine fucking yards. I didn't know why it'd take twenty-three years for me to
change when it took her a week, but it was pretty obvious it was happening. Oh
boy.

Well, maybe I could use it to pick up girls. "Hey babe, wanna see my coffin?"
Or maybe "Hey, babe, what's your blood type?" Would that matter? Of course, I
was AB Positive, so I could probably eat anything.

The door to the bathroom opened, and Jennifer reached out in the middle of a
cloud of steam to grab the towels off a table. She left the door open while she
dried off. I didn't have anything better to do than watch her, so I did. She
had real good tits; they were pretty big, but they didn't really look like they
needed support. A lot of people would've called them "perky" but that always
sounds idiotic. Her nipples and aureoles were real pale; on most people, they
would've been invisible, but they showed up a little on her because her skin
was colored like paper. She started drying her hair off, making her tits shake
around; I watched that for a bit, then looked down further. Her pubic hair was
the same color as the hair on her head, a real light blonde. The hips were real
narrow, almost like a guy's, but her ass was nice.

I was starting to admire her legs when a little voice in my skull reminded that
this was my mother I was getting hard over, and anyway wasn't there something
more useful I could do with my time? I turned on the television.

A Friday night at 3:17 doesn't usually have much on. The networks were all
static; the rest of the stuff was either remaindered PBS documentaries, or
reruns of lousy sitcoms. I hovered briefly on an episode of "The Excessively
Satisfied Family" I'd never seen before, switched to "Dark Shadows" and
switched again after thinking about it a little, and finally wound up with
something with naked people rolling around on a bed. This should take my mind
off my mother, I thought.

Thinking about that made me think of my adoptive mother. About fifty, twenty
pounds overweight, wrinkles, really saggy tits. Just thinking about her was
enough to really turn me off.

Jennifer came out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her body.
"Looks interesting," she said, looking at the TV. She dropped her clothes on
the chair.

"So. It looks like you got affected by the vampire saliva stuff and got changed
too, right?" She started sorting through the clothes until she found her
panties, which were very thin black lace. She started to pull them on, said
"Hell with it," and dropped them again.

Between the TV and the panties, I was real distracted, but I managed to say,
"Looks like it."

She came over and sat next to me on the bed. "Well, you should be up to the
real fun stuff now. Had any strange urges lately?"

The towel just seemed to slide off of her as she leaned across the bed and
crushed her lips into mine. I tried to say something, but as soon as I opened
my mouth, her tongue was in it, poking around like she was searching for
something. I stiffened and started to shove her off of me, but she held on
tight to my arms and continued to probe. I started to relax, I'm still not sure
why, and I returned the kiss with interest added.

She pushed me down on the bed and swung her legs over my hips, keeping her
tongue locked to mine. Finally the kiss ended and she leaned back and sat on
her ankles, looking down at me. The angle of her legs caused her pussy to
spread slightly open, and she smiled as she saw my reaction.

She grabbed hold of my shirt and literally tore it off of my body, then pulled
me back to her open mouth. Her nipples were hard against my chest and I, well,
there wasn't much that I could do. She was incredibly strong, and I wondered if
her other muscles were as strong as her arms. I fell back onto the bed as she
released me, and she slid down lower on the bed, until her face was hovering
over my crotch. I was real unsure about what was happening to me, so I just
watched as she took hold of my jeans, unsnapped them, and then drew the zipper
down with her teeth. Her hands slid to my hips and then farther down, carrying
my pants and underwear down with them. I could feel her breath on my cock, but
it wasn't like what I was used to - the breath wasn't any warmer then the air
in the room.

I started to feel real scared as I caught sight of her teeth getting closer to
my cock, and I must have started to tense up, because she left that alone and
came back up to cover my mouth with hers. As I kissed her, I started to relax
again, and it didn't really seem to matter. She slid down my body, kissing it
on the way, until she got back to where she started from. Her lips ran up and
down the shaft, and her tongue curled around the tip.

Finally, she took my cock into her mouth and began to slide her lips up and
down, all the while keeping her tongue sliding around and around. I could feel
her pointed teeth scraping my skin as it slid in and out of her mouth, and it
sent shivers of fear and excitement through my body. Either you know exactly
what I was feeling or you have no clue what I was going through. My hands
reached down almost by themselves, and pulled her face up to mine. We began to
kiss again, as she rubbed her crotch up and down on mine.

She began to moan softly as she reached down between us and guided my stiff
cock between her legs. As she slid onto me I let out my breath in a gasp and
began to grind my hips against hers. She writhed on top of me, her nipples
brushing my chest and making it tingle while her mouth left mine and slid
slowly to my left ear.

I slid my hands up between us and cupped her tits, my thumbs rubbing her
nipples. She gasped and thrust herself harder against me. I was breathing real
fast now, and it was almost over.

I clutched at her as I felt myself start to come. My God! I'm fucking my
mother! I thought just as I spurted into her.

She wasn't far behind me, and a split second later her body started to jerk up
and down. Her lips were pressed to my neck and I felt a sharp pain, but it
didn't matter at the time. I relaxed as she bent over me, and I realized that
she was drinking my blood. Of course, since I was already fucking my mother,
the fact that she was sucking my blood as well as my cock didn't really seem
that important. Maybe thinking about that turned me off again, because I was
going limp real quickly.

Finally she finished, and rolled off of me and walked into the bathroom. I lay
there in the bed, relaxed and happy, watching her ass swing from side to side.
My hand reached up to my neck and came away wet with blood. I hoped it wouldn't
leave too much of a mess on the sheets

As I lay there, the good feeling from the sex began to wear off, and I started
actually thinking about what'd just happened. I could deal with fucking my
mother; I mean, hell, I'd never met her before tonight. Anyway, she might be
almost forty, but she's still got the body of a teenager.

I could almost deal with her sucking my blood. She needs to eat, and I was
available. Anyway, she was good enough to more than paid me back for the blood.

It was both of those on top of the fact I was becoming a vampire that really
got me. My mother the vampire shows up out of nowhere after twenty-three years,
fucks me, and guzzles a quart of my blood. It's not a bodily fluid I'm used to
swapping.

Besides, I was hungry.

Staying in bed was getting too depressing, so I got up. Jennifer - Mom - had
left her towel on the floor, and I wiped the blood off my neck and chest with
it. I expected the bite to be sore, but it had already healed. I pulled my
underwear and pants, zipped, and looked around for what was left of my shirt.
The front of it was torn in half all the way down the middle, and so I just put
on my jacket and got the hell out.

It was a cloudy night. I was glad; the moon woulda been real annoying just
then. I was in a mood to wander around in the dark. I hoped somebody showed up
and gave me some shit; I wanted to beat the hell out of someone. Maybe even
Mom. I couldn't believe I didn't care about it while it was actually happening.

There was a cool breeze blowing that seemed to chill my entire body. I buttoned
my jacket all the way, but it didn't help.

The streetlights were getting on my nerves. My sunglasses were probably lying
underneath the bed; maybe Mom was doing something perverted with them. I wanted
to get the hell away from the lights, so I headed for the alley. It looked nice
and dark, and I could sit on one of those crates.

I sat on the crate for a while, and then I smelled something. It smelled like
old sweat; I should've been disgusted, but there was just something about it.
Something so human. I needed human contact right about now. I'd had enough
inhuman contact already.

I heard the guy now. He sounded like he was singing something, but he was real
bad and I couldn't tell what. I moved to the corner of the alley, so I could
get a look at him when he showed up.

As he got closer, the scent got stronger, and I clenched the drain-pipe near
me, not noticing it was crushing like a beer can. The guy got closer I could
see his shadow on the sidewalk

I couldn't hold out any longer. I leaped out across the sidewalk and landed on
him. The girl he was with (Girl? Where'd she come from?) yelled "Jon!"
screamed, and ran. I had knocked the guy to the ground, and now I turned to
him. He tried to push me away, but I hauled him in and fastened my teeth into
his throat.

There was a little resistance to my teeth, but it broke away and my teeth
clicked together. I pulled my head back, and shoved him away from my face, back
onto the pavement. For a split second, his throat wouldn't give, but then I was
able to rip a big chunk out of it, and I felt a splash of hot wetness on my
chest. I opened my mouth and bent to his neck, gulping the blood as fast as I
could. The hot fluid filled me and I felt like I was blushing. It felt good. It
felt right.

I sucked the blood until it stopped spurting out. There was a lot of it around,
and I didn't want to waste it. I ripped the guy's shirt off and used it to
sponge up the puddle he was lying on. When it was soaked through, I started
sucking on it. I got all I could, and sat back.

The whole experience was incredible. It was like the first time I got laid, but
a hell of a lot more intense. It was bizarre, but I felt alive for the first
time ever.

I dropped the guy's shirt and headed back towards the hotel. I had a lot to
talk to Mom about.

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