****** Nightdemon by Bloodlightning ******
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Nightdemon


The smoke and the noise almost made me vomit.

My first excursion into a singles bar had been so far an unmitigated disaster;
it was an atelier of abasement, where brigands and boors went to see how far
they could debase themselves while mocking those who actually succeeded in
reaching the nadir of obscenity.

I was there because I was lonely, alone, and didn't care anymore; at least I
didn't care until I got my first whiff of stale beer and spit. I knew then I
was definitely out of my element.

Still, I stayed because I thought it was my last hope to find someone--anyone--
I could share a moment with; someone I could hold for just one night to remind
myself that I was still alive--even if it was for just one night.

Just one more night...

Before I died...

I had grown tired of being rejected by society because I tried to look for
truth and inner beauty in things others considered distasteful or unacceptable.
My so-called friends reveled in the baser things while jeering my search to
find a single rose in a garden of thorns. I would share my heart with them, and
they would only pound it into the ground and grind their heel into it, then
stand laughing as I struggled to put it back within me.

I strove to be noble, polite, respectful and kind. I was rejected in favor of
the fierce, the ignoble, and the churls of the world simply because they were a
"good time". Too often I saw the results of those good times in the emergency
room--and the morgue. Then they would reject my entreaties again and again; and
usually with the same dire results.

I didn't think myself better than this world, just unable to adapt; and as with
all suchlike creatures, I decided to give natural selection one final favor and
end this failed subspecies called Paul.

But first I wanted just one night with someone--anyone...

I sat in a booth in a dimly-lit corner of the bar, nursing the strongest thing
I could pour down my gullet--ginger ale--a sight particularly humorous to three
husky, inebriated men at the bar. Ignoring their lewd gestures at me as best I
could, I gazed indifferently through the smoky haze. The shockwaves generated
by the jet-engine noise-level of the band on the grimy stage, tried their best
to cover the badinage with their own cacophony. Eventually, I got my wish. A
tall, blanched-skin woman wearing a melancholy expression and a black leather
dress that seemed to grow out of her skin walked up to me, fading into focus
through the fetid air. She regarded me with dark eyes that appeared to be
deeper than her own physical form. She looked at me as if she could see right
through me; as if she could watch my earlier meal churn through my intestines.

"You don't belong here," she said in a soft, purring voice.

"Just where do you believe I belong?" Not my best opening gambit, but it seemed
appropriate for this mysterious and intriguing lady.

"You--you belong in the moonlight; in cool, dark skies with the stars and the
moonlight; where starlings sing ethereal promulgations over your head. A warm,
welcome place where souls can take their rest."

My eyes widened. Such expressiveness was not a commonality in a place like
this. Intrigued, I pursued the matter. "Are you looking for such a place?"

She leaned over the table and looked into my eyes. Was that a tear I saw? She
lowered her head and shook it slowly. "I--I'm not worthy of such grace, kind
sir, it's just that sometimes I wish I could..." Without saying another word,
she turned and left.

The story of my life.

I sighed and pounded the table. That was it, I thought. I had enough of this
miserable dirt-ball in space and decided that I would just have to leave it
with my final dream unfulfilled. Leaving the half-empty ginger-ale on the
table, I tossed a dollar tip down next to it and left.

I thought about how to do it as I walked. Pills? A bullet?

Perhaps a block down the road I felt their presence behind me. Belching and
giggling, the three Visigoths from the bar had followed me and decided to have
a little fun at my expense.

"Hey, ginger-boy there struck-out with the witch!" The first one said.

"Maybe he didn't wanna get in 'er oven!" The second one laughed.

"Maybe he don' wanna oven!" The third one said, then they all laughed. I kept
walking, but they closed the distance.

"Hey, ginger-boy! Maybe you wan' somethin' with a stinger!" The first one said,
grabbing his crotch.

The other two grabbed me and pulled me into an alley. I tried to struggle, but
the Lotharios, imbued with intoxicated bravado, threw me against the wall,
stunning me. One of them promptly lifted my wallet while the other two yanked-
down my trousers and bent me over a toppled trash can. Blind with panic, I
stopped resisting and prayed my miserable life would just end here.

"Give it to me, ginger-boy!" The first one said. Resigned to leave this world
violated as well as useless, I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as I awaited
the inevitable invasion.

The screech I heard sounded like a car had driven into the alley and locked its
brakes, but the screech really came from overhead and echoed through the alley
like the death knell of all that was holy. I looked up and saw the light of the
full moon blotted-out momentarily by what I at first thought to be a large
bird.

But this was no bird.

The screech pierced the night sky again like a dagger. The thugs looked up. One
of them managed a "What the fu--?"

Then it descended on them like a black tarp. muffled, indignant shouting and
the sounds of a struggle ensued. Suddenly, the shouting became shrieking, the
sounds of flesh tearing and bones cracking. I turned around and saw the carnage
and the cause of it.

The black shape had a form. In the dim light, I could see it: long, slender
limbs and impossibly large black wings attached to a snakelike body that
tapered on both ends. One end was long tail, the other end was a neck and a
head that looked like something out of a horror movie; fierce yellow eyes and
tapering jaws full of slashing teeth that were currently engaged in
dismembering my attackers.

Bits of blood and flesh exploded from their bodies in a vile mist that filled
the air with an iron stench. The shrieking seemed to rise from a frantic pitch
to a terrifying crescendo, then gradually lessened as more visceral portions of
the thug's bodies began to fly through the air; landing with sickening plops
against the walls and on the ground.

Then the alley was quiet again, and I was alone with the creature.

It stood silently amid the human debris and stared at me, its head cocked to
the side. I stood up and pulled-up my trousers, speechless with fear. No, not
fear, astonishment. It took a step toward me.

Finally, I managed to speak. "Whaa--who are you?"

The creature purred softly, its wings shimmering in the yellowish light of the
halogen street lamps. It took another step toward me and I backed away until I
was up against a wall. The creature was as tall as I was, but thinner; with a
kind of animalistic grace that I found unnaturally compelling. I stood
motionless as it raised a clawed hand and...

gently stroked my cheek with the back of a claw. It brought its toothy snout
near my face, still reeking from the guts of my attackers. Then it whispered to
me:

"You don't belong here."

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Those were the very same words spoken by
the sad apparition in the bar! The revelation was almost incomprehensible.
"You--?"

The creature stepped back into the shadows and re-emerged as the tall,
melancholy woman I had encountered in the bar.

"Time is short, precious one," she said in a breathy, desperate voice, "follow
me."

I followed her down the alley and covered six blocks. We were then standing at
the entrance of the city park, which was closed for the night. She leaped over
the gate with the grace of a cheetah and motioned me to follow her. Since I
felt I had nothing to lose and she did save me from the three violators (and
considering how she dispatched them), I climbed over the gate and followed her
into the park.

We were ultimately standing together next to the duck pond. There were no ducks
there this time of night. The full moon shimmered in the water and the ambient
glow from the lights of the skyscrapers surrounding this little pixel of nature
bathed everything in an eerie glow; just enough to make out shapes, but not
colors. I had been here before--alone. This was one of the few places in the
forsaken city I actually enjoyed. I looked at her as she stood silently, as if
receiving sights and sounds from an other-worldy source.

"Who the hell are you?" I said

She turned her head slowly to face me and said softly, "Your salvation!"

The arcane woman/creature then faded into the shadows again, and the beast
appeared in her place, its smooth ebony hide moved toward me silently and
fluidly.

"Wait!" I said, "you bring me to this place just to kill me?"

The creature reached out and again gently brushed my cheek with a claw. She
then raised her hand and brought it down. The sound of ripping cloth filled the
air. My stomach tightened as I looked down, expecting to see my intestines
spilled from my mid-section. Instead, I saw my shirt cut cleanly down the front
of my chest.

The creature slashed at me again, catching a powerful claw on my belt and
cutting it neatly in two. Another slash and my trousers were off completely.

"What are you doing?" I tried to sound angry, but I was really terrified and a
bit intrigued. The creature continued to slash at me with surgical precision
until I was standing naked before her, unscratched and left with only my shoes.
The creature pointed to them and glared at me. Shrugging my shoulders, I said,
"Why not?" and kicked them off and tossed them along with my socks on the pile
of shredded clothing at my feet, resigned yet again to my fate.

"Okay, now what?" I asked indignantly, surprising even myself.

The creature then moved toward me again. This time, she glided up to my body,
pressing her torso to mine. Her back, reptilian body felt cool and smooth
against my flesh. She lifted her arms and slipped them between my arms and my
waist until they had encircled me. Almost instinctively, I embraced the
creature, running my feeble human hands down her sides and back up to where her
wings joined her body. Her skin was steely smooth, like rubber, and I could
feel it quake with an inner power that was beyond anything of this world.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, part of what remained of my rational mind
refusing to accept the conclusions I was already in the process of making, "We
can't--we--"

Before I could say another word, her snout was pressed against my mouth. This
time, there was no smell of blood or death upon her. Something slick and
snakelike forced its way into my mouth from hers. It slipped into me and
stroked my tongue. I felt her hand rubbing against my genitals, her tail had
snaked itself around me and was stroking my lower back, then began to probe
between my legs.

Despite the fact that this creature was decidedly nonhuman, my body began to
respond to this stimulation and I began to firm-up in her hand. When she
determined I was sufficiently aroused, she put her hands on my shoulders and
gently pressed on me. We knelt together, and finally she laid on her back, her
shimmering black wings spread out on either side.

I thought about running, but I didn't. Not because I was afraid of her pursuit,
but I was now drawn to the beast in a way I thought impossible only moments
before. Yielding to my curiosity and arousal, I crawled up to her and straddled
her thighs. She reached up for me, her lizardlike jaws open slightly, her
glowing yellow eyes open wide, but not fiercely; almost pleading.

I lowered my hips onto hers. As my engorged member pressed against her skin, it
suddenly sunk into a slit just above the base of her tail. My shaft plunged
into a cool, slick, muscular canal and slid into the beast easily. An intense
wave of pleasure totally unexpected washed over me. I lowered myself onto her
sleek body. My mouth joining hers.

The creature wrapped her arms and legs around me, the cool, lithe limbs stroked
my body and legs and the feeling was exquisite. Again, she probed me with her
tail and penetrated me deeply, causing my entire body to shudder; not with
pain, but with pleasure!

She slid her wing up and we rolled over. She was now on top of me, both of us
still tied together. I felt my member within her stroked by waves of muscular
spasm as she her tongue dove deep into my mouth.

Suddenly, she brought up a hand and slammed it hard into my lower jaw, causing
me to bite deeply into her tongue. Her entire body jerked and she grasped me
even harder. A brackish fluid filled my mouth and I was forced to swallow it.
It went down like fire and settled in my gut like embers.

The she-beast began to arch her back, her body lunged and seized, her legs
grasped mine and the talons of her feet clamped onto my own. Moments later, my
own body was seized with climactic spasms. My inhibitions cancelled, I yielded
to my flesh and the power of her desires and exploded into her, filling her
with my carnal serum. My mind was spinning with confusion and rapture.

But it wasn't over yet. After I had climaxed, the beast quickly lifted herself
off of me and stood a few feet away, staring intently. For a brief moment, I
wondered what was amiss, then my body was seized with convulsions far more
powerful than the orgasm I just experienced. She watched as I writhed on the
ground. Not with pain, not with fear, but with something far more profound.
That which was Paul was leaving this world.

She was patient with me. She waited for as long as it took for the
transformation to be complete. When it was over, she embraced her new mate, who
wrapped her body within his shining ebony wings.

Then two nightdemons soared into the succor of a velvet sky together.

Another bar, another night, a sad, lonely woman sat in a booth amid the smoke
and the din. A man with blanched skin and wearing a black shirt and trousers
that seemingly grew out of his skin approached her and looked at her with deep,
melancholy eyes.

"You don't belong here," he said.

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