Date: Thu, 2 Sep 2010 20:22:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Nate House <extreamlucky14@yahoo.com>
Subject: Abandoned Blood 4

Greetings once again. This is a story about a woman and her vampire, but
it's not a vampire story. It's not a love story, but it is a story about
love, and the power it has to heal, and to destroy. It contains explicit
sexual acts between females, among other people. It contains scenes of
graphic violence and rape. If you are not of legal age to read this type of
story, or if this isn't your cup of tea then please leave now.

Though inspired by true events, all characters and events herein are
entirely of my own imagination and any resemblance to any actual person, or
actual event is entirely coincidental; I'll leave it to you to decide
what's fact and what's fiction.I'd like to thank everyone who has written
to me so far. Thank you so very much for your support and kind words.

Comments, questions, concerns, and criticism are greatly appreciated.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 4

Have you ever had a dream in which you couldn't tell if you were still
sleeping or awake? Emotions once hidden and locked away spring forth in a
wave of aggression, trepidation, and aberration while caught somewhere
between the two plains of reality. And when you do wake up you realize that
those conflicting emotions have nothing to do with the here and now. Fear
and anger set in, quickly replaced by confusion. You sit up in bed and take
a long hard look around your surroundings. What if you were in an
unfamiliar place? Would think you were still dreaming? Or let the building
fear take over and allow the inevitable panic to ensue? Well, when I woke
up, I realized this was nothing like that.

Somehow I knew exactly where I was and why I was there, though my memory of
how it happened was a blank slate. Nadia's house, and judging by the
overwhelming darkness I would guess the basement. The bed I was resting on
was quite comfortable, soothing even. The heavy down comforter was soft to
the touch and not overly hot to be under. The room was dark. Almost all the
light was blocked by two unnecessarily enormous red curtains. It took a
couple of hard blinks, but my vision adjusted, casting everything in an
unnatural azure haze. This room wasn't nice, it was fucking
extravagant. The ceiling was high with what looked like a mural painted
into the vault. I couldn't make it out, but I can imagine it took a while
to complete. The dresser, tables and chairs looked to be hand-carved
redwood, the style looking to be at least a hundred years old. Hanging on
the walls, centered in a perfect square around the room, were four
identical mirrors framed by intricately molded/ carved silver and gold.

I swung my feet over the edge of the mattress. Surprise hit me when my feet
dangled in the air. I slide my ass closer to the edge, but still my feet
didn't touch the floor. I looked down and gulped. There was no floor! In a
panic, I retreated to the middle of the oversized bed. Breathing so hard my
chest hurt, I violently turned my head. I put my hand to my chest as it
continued to burn. What the fuck? My heart had stopped. Am I dead? I died
and didn't even realize it! "No!" I said, tears falling don my cheeks. My
legs and arms went weak, sending me crashing onto the pillow. I screamed
out to no one. "NO! NO, NO, NO..."

In that moment of thrashing, I somehow managed to roll off the bed. I fell
forever, my arms flailed and my legs kicked nothing. My head hit
first. Suddenly my foot connected with something solid. The baseboard as it
turned out. The pain sent a message to my brain: Stop! I opened my eyes
again. It was still plenty dark, but at least now I knew there was a
floor. The plush carpet was jet black. Go figure. I looked into the mirror
on the wall next to me. God, I looked awful. By the time I blinked at my
ghoulish reflection, my memory came rushing back. The silent room started
to spin. Suddenly I felt dizzy; my head hurt.

I tried standing up and found that my legs could support me, if only
barely. Using the bed as a crutch I started making my way to the creepily
dark doorway. Holy crap! This thing is higher than my waist, no wonder I
couldn't see the damn floor. The room was still spinning, throwing me off
balance, but I made it to the open door. Good thing Nadia likes her chairs
at the foot of the bed.

Down the hall I saw a flicker of light. She's using a candle? What, was the
power out? That would make things much clearer. The hallway was wider than
my reach. Missing that at first, I crashed like a drunkard. My motions
forward only enforced the notion; I felt like I was drunk anyway. I could
smell the flame burning. It wasn't an unpleasant odor. I've just never
smelled it so vividly before. The closer I got, the stronger it got. I kept
moving forward, my shoulder never leaving the stability of the wall. I
think I knocked over four or five picture/document frames. At this point, I
didn't care. I wanted some answers and that bitch sitting in that chair
reading her book was going to give them to me.

Holy crap. I could hear her turning the pages and adjusting in her
seat. The tome's pages were a heavy linen, probably older than her
furniture. The chair was made of crushed velvet. I took a pause; I could
tell all that by ear? I didn't know if I should be scared or
impressed. Another few steps and I was wrapped in the warm glow of her
singular candle.

This room looked like something right out of Edgar Allen Poe. Shelves of
old, even ancient, books lined the walls. A fireplace was recessed into the
far right. It looked like it hadn't seen a fire in years; the ash smelled
years old. Several chairs and tables occupied the center of the circular
chamber. I guessed right, the chairs were crushed red velvet.

"You're awake," Nadia said, her beautifully accented voice was seductive as
it was soft. She looked up from her heavy-looking book and smiled. "Sleep
well?"

"Kinda, sorta, not really," I shrugged, still mystified by everything. We
looked at each other for a long minute. She looked relaxed and cozy sitting
next to that red candle. "I like what you've done with the place. How long
have you lived here?"

She smiled. "Thank you. Long enough."

I fully entered the room, glancing at the glass-encased lower shelves. I
ran my hand over the doors. Those books looked like they were over five
hundred years old. I looked back at Nadia. Still as a pond on a windless
day. She sat with the grace of formal training, her poise proper and her
expression kind. For some reason, that made me uneasy. I turned back to the
books in a vain attempt to hide it; she probably knew what I felt by
smelling the air. Trying to comfort myself, I asked, "Where did you get all
these? They look hundreds of years old."

Again, she kept her answer simple. "Friends." I gave her a deadpan look,
but that did nothing.

"How many friends do you have anyway?" I asked for three reasons. One, to
keep her talking; two, to probe at how many people I could expect to join
us; and three, to get her to tell me where my friends ran off to.

"Enough." Damn it. I intentionally looked at both of the two vacant chairs
that stood between us.

"Where are my friends? The ones we came here with?"

She studied me for a moment, her first real show of interest since I came
in here. It's a start at least. "Sit. Please." she said in a hard voice,
making me jump. I hesitated, trying to size her up. Our last few meetings
haven't exactly ended well for me. Even in soft light and from this
distance, about ten feet or so, I could see her pupils swelling. My scars
tingled with that wonderful sensation. "Charlene, sit down please."

My motions were slow. I wanted to keep my eyes on her as I followed her
instructions. I sat in the chair farthest away from her as possible. Her
smile broadened at a thought. I trembled at what it might have been. "You
have questions," she accused. "Ask."

Okay, where to begin. I guess the best place would be the beginning. "Who
are you exactly?"

"My full name? Nadia Anichka Viktoria Domitrovich." Her voice floated in
the air, lingered in my ears and mind. "And your full name is Charlene
Candice Coventry." A wicked smile crossed her lips as she said it. And I
didn't like it.

My blood ran cold. "How did you know that?" She pointed to her temple,
tilting her head. "Great." I threw my hands up. "What are you a fucking
mind reader?"

"I am." She lifted a corner of her mouth. "But I can only see yours."

Interesting, if not horrifying. "Get bored fast I bet." She let out a
little chuckle. I didn't know what else to say so I just blurted out, "I'm
so fucking confused right now. But you probably already knew that."

"Anyone could see that." I wish that humored grin would go away. This
wasn't funny. "How can I clear it up for you?"

That would be too kind. "Well," I breathed, "Let's start with where Henry
and Travis went."

"They left you in my care." She set her book on the table beside her. My
face blanched. "Don't worry, I told them I would look out for you."

"How kind of you."

Her expression stilled. "Yes, I am." The air grew thick and warm,
tightening around my chest. I hunched forward as if it would help. "For
you, Charlene, I will be very kind," she said as seductive as I've ever
heard. Like that night in the bathroom.

The walls of my pussy began to throb. I felt myself getting wet. "Stop it,"
I begged. "How can you do that to me?"

"I am bound to you. I believe I've told you that."

"Yes, but I mean how, exactly?" I heard my quick inhale hiss through my
clenched teeth. Please, not more of this. She was going to talk to me, damn
it. "What is this that you're doing to me?" Nadia was unmoved by the plea
in my voice. Her body stiffened, as if she was holding something back.

She took a sharp breath, seemingly relaxing herself. "Surrounding every
living thing is an aura," she started, sounding strained, "A current of
charged air that surrounds the body like an external sensory system. Think
of it like your first line of defense, emotionally and chemically
speaking." Her expression was tightening, her words were beginning to
slur. I tried to follow despite the induced horniness.

"Have you ever felt scared or worried, but didn't know why?" I nodded,
though I'm sure she didn't need to ask. "It's because someone's aura mixed
with yours and alerted the brain of danger. That's why people are afraid of
the dark. Unseen spirits and apparitions tripping the wires of the energy
that surrounds them, signaling the flight-or-fight response."

"And this... whatever this is that you're doing to me?" I asked as the
sensations grew more intense. I swear, if I didn't want answers I would
have jumped her bones in a heartbeat. "This is a... part of it?" My words
came out so fast I'm sure Nadia couldn't comprehend them.


A pained expression flashed across her features, then faded just as
quickly. She was fighting with something, and I don't think it was
me. "Nothing that's happening to you is what you don't want. My aura has
mixed with yours giving the pheromones my body releases have much more
influence over you than any one." We both took a deep breath, but for two
different reasons if her small motions were any indications.

"My body isn't like yours," she said pointedly. "When I reached puberty the
hormones triggered the change of not just the development of my womanhood,
but something more. My needs and desires suddenly changed. I started
getting migraines for no reason. I was tired all the time at school. No
matter how much I ate or drank, my thirst and hunger never dissipated." She
paused, though I couldn't tell if it was to stop or recall some painful
memory. With her eyes closed, she continued, "My skin began to burn in
daylight and grow pale. My parents took me to doctor after doctor. Though
everyone of them was convinced that something was indeed wrong with me, no
one ever found anything. I eventually stopped eating all together; it
didn't matter. I stopped going to school because of the headaches and
pain. Plus, as you yourself is well aware, a developing young girl has
enough stress to deal with. My parents began arguing all the time, coming
to fists on occasion.

I literally spent weeks on end inside of my closet, blocking out the pain
and misery. I used to cover my ears, but it made no difference; I could
hear them as if they were screaming in my face. However, it was because of
one these fights that I discovered what I had become.

Though mild tempered, my father was never a patient man. Growing up with
him wasn't easy, but it wasn't unpleasant. He expected us to understand
things quickly or he would give up trying to teach us. He never once struck
me, my sisters, or my brother. But when my condition manifested he lost
patience with that mild temper. My mother protected me from the worst of
it. I can still hear the smack his fist made against her face. I remember
the exact moment I came out of that closet; the scent of my mother's blood
drew me to her. It was hypnotic. The world was cast in an azure glow, my
movements were automatic. I couldn't control them even if I wanted to."

Again she paused, looking right at me. I could taste the air swirling
around me. I sucked in as much as I could, savoring it as it danced on my
tongue. Though we were separated by a good fifteen feet, I took no comfort
in it. Whatever this was that she was doing to me had me begging for more
and I didn't like it. I don't beg, ask Tiffany.

Her expression became pained, guilty even. "I want to show you something,"
Nadia said barely above a whisper, but I heard it clear as day. "Come
here," she commanded in a voice I didn't recognize; her mouth didn't move,
but I heard it. Damn it, I wished she'd stop doing that. I shook my head. A
satisfied smile widened her lips. "The memory will be much more painful
without my touch," she warned, but I wasn't moving.


Her influence on me numbed me to the fact that she just crossed the gap and
was now standing right above me. That can't be good. I watched as lowered
her mouth onto mine, eyes wide open staring back at me. Yeah, it was
weird. Then everything went dark. My brain shut down, allowing her to fill
my head with whatever she wanted.********************The next thing I knew,
I saw the world just like I had back in the bed chamber. Everything was now
a shade of blue. Voices rang out in the next room in a language I didn't
know, but could understand; definitely eastern european. They were
screaming. The woman obviously in great shock at the man's tone.

"She's going to that therapist," He said, "And I don't want to hear another
word about it. I will not have a basket case for a daughter!"

"Stop it Domitri!" the woman screamed back. "She's already been through
enough. I refuse to let her become one of those people."

"She's one of those people ALREADY! Nadia's sick. She needs medical
attention. I'm taking her tomorrow and you will NOT say a damn thing about
it! Am I understood, Viktoria?" A moment of silence past. "DO I?" I heard
the sobs of a woman at her wit's end. "Answer me you stupid WHORE!" Then
came the sound of impact.

My gut tightened. I could smell blood in the air, lingering like the sweet
aroma of fresh baked cookies. Deep within my brain, something clicked
on. The reasons behind my confusion and self-loathing; the cause of my
internal strife was found in that blessed scent. My hunger and thirst went
into overdrive. I wanted it; I needed it.

Acting through no conscious effort, I stood up and walked out of the
closet. The screaming voices continued. The man issued several more verbal
abuses along with two more physical strikes. It only made me want more. I
walked as though I was in a trance. My attention was so fixated on tasting
my mother's sweet offering that I didn't hear them stop. They must have
noticed me. I was standing at the threshold of the room, my pupils dark and
dilated in heated desire.

"Nadia," my father warned, stepping back from his wife, "Go back to
bed. We'll discuss this in the morning." I made no effort to acknowledge
him. All of my senses were locked on getting to my mother. My steps were
light and deliberate; I don't recall feeling the floor beneath my
feet. "GET BACK TO BED!"

My mother sat crouched unto herself. I could hear her emotions even as she
felt them. Fear. Anger. Sorrow. Guilt. Shame. All of it was a welcomed
breath against my mind. I reached out to her, speaking to her without
saying a word. "Don't be afraid of me mother. I'm not the one who will hurt
you. I only want to have this." She nodded. The sobbing stopped. She wiped
the blood from her nose, then fell into my embrace.

"NADIA! GET BACK TO BED!"

I didn't even look at him. I cradle her head in my lap. My gaze was fixed
on her bloody hand. I reached down and took it. My heart sped, my mouth
watered. The metallic sweetness covered my tongue like molten
chocolate. Without any will to stop, my mother's hand came up to my
mouth. I took one of the bloody fingers into my mouth.

"NADIA! GO BACK... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" He fumbled over his next
few words. I continued to clean his wife's hands of her blood, savoring the
invigorating nectar. As he rambled on about demon children, I came to
realize just what I'd become. I hadn't been this happy with myself in
months. "DEMON CHILD!"

I looked up at him as though that were my name. I took another drop of
blood onto my finger and licked it off. In an instant I knew of the
heartache and sorrow by which she lived her life. Her concern over me was a
constant burden on her, both emotionally and physically. Every day she
lived with the pain that both my father and I caused her. Seeing me take
her bloody hand into my mouth, my father blanched. My mother cooed. Not in
ecstasy, but in relief. It was as if I lifted that burden from her
shoulders. My body wanted more. And there were two sources in this room.

I let my mother rest on floor while I confronted her husband. When I stood,
the blood kindled something in me that made every single muscle spasm. My
whole body tightened. I didn't lose my balance, or fall over, but the
electric current flowing through me disabled my ability move. The surge
ended just as quickly as it began. I took a deep breath, feeling refreshed.

"BE GONE YOU DEVIL!" He swung at me, but my eyes saw him move before his
brain told him to. I clawed at his slowly approaching hand. My nails
scraped his skin and a trace amount of blood dripped out. I brought it to
my mouth. His was different, full of conflict and betrayal. He swung
again. I caught his wrist and went in for a bite. His scream of agony told
me how much he more he wanted it. This man wanted it more than I did. My
teeth pierced through his veins. Every hard beat of his heart sent a new
wave of that beautiful liquid into my mouth. It ended much too fast.

He yanked his arm back. I heard the symphony of skin and tendons tearing
echo off the walls. I tried not to waste any, but some dripped down my
chin. Oh god, this is what I've been needing. The terror in his eyes made
me smile. "What's wrong with you?" he asked, squeezing his hand against the
wound. I watched the blood drip from between his fingers. I wanted more. I
wanted it all.

He stumbled back when I leapt at him. He turned just in time for his
shoulder to connect with my cheek. I gripped at him as I fell, my fingers
grazing over his arm. I sat up and watched him retreat further, my tongue
licking my fingers clean. My father ran out the door and into the
night. The aroma of fear and blood was my invitation to stay. I leaned
back. My hand found what my bite had missed. Lost in my frenzy, I quickly
turned around and began lapping it up, slurping it up from the floor.

Oh god, I never felt so alive. This was exactly what I needed. This was the
craving my body told me about all these weeks. I wasn't about to turn it
down. That is until I saw my mother, sitting with her back against the
wall. She was watching me, her mouth hung open as I drank up my father's
offering. Meeting her eyes with my own I suckled at my last finger.

She was speechless, I was mesmerized. She tried to say something, but
nothing came out. I reached up at her, but she turned away. Her fear hit me
deep, prompting me leap at her. She squealed when my face made contact with
her shoulder. "Don't be afraid, mother," I said to her, struggling to fight
off my sudden instinct to bite her. "The more you cry, the more I want
you. Mother, please stop crying." She sniffled and wiped her nose. The
crimson smear set my desire aflame. I slammed my hands into the wall behind
her. Maybe pain would take away the need to attack the woman who tried to
save me. This wasn't right!  A tear escaped my enraged eyes. "Hit me,
mother," I said, losing the fight over this new desire. "Hit me hard. NOW!"
She recoiled and refused to move. Her sharp movement stirred the passion
inside me. I made a noise that I never though a human could make. I was
animalistic, evil. The hunger won. Damn it! This isn't right!  I reared
back to put an extra force into what I was about to do, but because I was
so lost in bloodlust that I failed to hear someone behind me. My mother's
savior hit me in the head with one of her heavy pans. In a daze I turned
around to find a blurry version of my oldest brother standing over us. He
swung down again and connected even harder. I could smell the fear, and I
think that was his greatest weapon. My head hit the floor and I remembered
no more.  ********************I blinked as I came back to reality. Nadia
was still standing over me, a strange lilt in her eye. "What the hell was
that?"

"What I needed you to see," she whispered softly. Her hot breath against my
skin lit my scar anew. Does she always have to do that? I had hoped for
this to be civil, mature. But no. She has to play on my scar knowing damn
well what it does to me.

"Back... Off!" I pushed at her, but my words hit her first. In a motion too
fast for me to see, she was back at her chair, standing beside it. She
looked as vulnerable as she was predatory. From her little stunt just now,
I knew that can't be good. At least not for me. "Stop playing on my
shoulder," I demanded now that the air had thinned out. She was right about
that aura thing. It felt as though she was inside of me when was that
close. It still felt like she was standing close to me despite the fifteen
foot span. Or was it the fear of knowing how fast she could cross it?
Nadia just looked over at me. Her painful expression full of
misunderstanding. "Don't you think I'm trying?" she all but weeped. "I care
for you, Charlene."

I scoffed. "Stop calling me that. Only my grandmother calls me Charlene
anymore. The name's Charlie." I kinda liked having the upper hand here; I
see why she gets off on being the dominant one. It's addictive, having
control like this. Or is this another one of her predatory tools, like that
little-girl-lost routine she played on the stairs?

"Charlie..." her voice trailed off. Her eyes were dilating and the air
between us tightened. Shit. "It doesn't suit you; I don't like it."
Ouch. "To me, you're Charlene." She reclaimed her seat. I think it was more
of a self control technique than anything.


Acutely aware of the degrading situation, I rolled my eyes i search of a
way out. Come to think of it, I didn't see or feel and kind of stair case
or doorway leading down here. Fuck me. I was trapped until she got what she
wanted. Whatever it was. Despite the pleasurable sensations caressing my
skin, I tried to bring the conversation back to why I was here in the first
place. "Why did you... ugh... have Travis and Henry bring me here? What do
you want... from me?"

I could tell she was enjoying seeing me getting hot and bothered. Hell, I
was enjoying me getting hot and bothered. My pussy felt like it was about
to explode. And after what she just showed me, it made me feel even more
wrong. And enjoying it so much wasn't helping.  I could smell my pussy
juice on the chair. I squeezed my legs together. My nipples hardened. I
quickly closed my legs again when they parted, sending a much-needed jolt
through my pussy.

"I'm a vampire, Charlene. And I need you." Her voice was a ribbon of
passion floating over my ears. It felt good to hear those kinds of
words. Wait. What?  Being held on the brink of orgasm for so long, I cried
out in frustration. I lurched forward, my hair falling like a veil over my
face. After everything she's put me through, those first three words
shouldn't have come as a surprise. But hearing them spoken is still a shot
to the brain. My sexually charged brain. "That explains... a lot." I
whimpered, failing at keeping my cool. "But why... always... with
this... sex... thing?"

She was losing the battle of keeping her own cool. I could see it in her
face. I wanted her to eat me out so bad, and wanted to just eat
me. Funny. Morbid, but funny. "Your brain is reacting to the
pheromones. It's a natural reaction. It's the same when we feed on blood or
auras. The act itself creates the intimacy, and thus the brain ties it to
sex. Not unlike foreplay. I've tasted your blood and your aura, that's why
your reaction to me is so strong." Her voice was straining harder with each
word. Double damn.

"BULLSHIT!" I screamed. It was as much from confusion and frustration. "At
the pool... game," I started in a more subdued tone, squirming all over my
seat. If I kept my legs closed I didn't have to fight as hard. "You... did
this... to... me at the... pool game... How?"

Her tense face smiled warmly. "I was standing closer to you, my aura mixed
with yours. That's how I knew you were the one." "For what?" I asked around
pants of ecstasy. I wished she'd stop this, but I felt so damn good and I'm
tiring of fighting it off. "Why... me?"

I looked up at her, through my fallen hair. Her face gleamed in lust. Even
her breathing was labored. "This is why," she answered after another
minute. "You're strong enough to put up this kind of a fight."

"WHAT!" I shot upright, only to fall back into a more indecent position
with my knees falling open. I moaned again, fighting off the urge to reach
between my legs. "What... are you... talking... about...?" Oh my god I so
want to start fingering my pussy right now. I opened my eyes and looked at
the pale woman. I couldn't tell if that distorted expression was out of
frustration or pleasure, or some twisted hybrid of both.

"Do you know how many people would be fucking themselves right now?" Her
voice was like soft silk against my skin. Tingles and goosebumps covered me
all over. "But not you. No, your heartache made you strong, resistant to
temptation and influence."

I think my lower lip was bleeding by now. My body moved around
uncontrollably. A battle waged between my body and mind. The crotch of my
panties were stained with the juices oozing out, but I still kept myself in
check. Don't ask me how. "How... do you... know... ugh... all that? You
been... uhn... stalking me?" How much longer can I keep this up?  "Don't
have to," she said with some manner of difficulty. "I can see your
memories. And your desires. I know what you want and how you want it."
Ok. Now I'm officially freaked. "Want me to demonstrate?"

Another cry for release flew from me. "No. I want... I want... you
to... explain. Without... this." I made a gesture, but it didn't
work. "Can't we... just talk?"

"What do you want, Charlene?" I heard her ask in my mind's ear.

"The truth!" I squealed/screamed. "You to stop... this!" My body was half
off the chair, my head barely sat at an angle where I could see her. My
head was thrashing from side to side. I knew if I gave in to this that she
would win and leave with no explanation. Just like last time.

"Too late." Nadia said simply. Her breath floated over my skin, sweet and
warm. Her mouth hung mere inches from mine. I looked up. When she opened
her mouth I could see her sharp fangs glistening in the bouncing
candlelight. The orange glow giving them an even more ominous look. When
did she get up? "God you smell so good."

One of her hands found it's way to my pants. I grabbed it and
squeezed. "Stop fighting me, Charlene. You need it as much as I do." Again,
no sound left her mouth. I hated to admit it, but she was right. I haven't
had sex in months, our night at the club notwithstanding. I loved every
second of the ecstasy flowing through me right now, but damn it I wanted
answers. I wanted to understand what I've just been forced into. Hell, I'd
just wanted to breathe. "Just let me have this."

"NO!" I screamed, slapping her across the face. Where the hell did that
come from? Nadia reeled back, her hand releasing my zipper. On her way
down, she knocked the chair back. Suddenly, her hold on my mind and body
vanished. Instinct took over and I shot from the chair. I turned the corner
leading into the hallway. Unfortunately my brain forgot about how much
blood I'd lost and I collapsed. I started crawling in spite of it.

"Don't play with me," Nadia said, her voice carrying the eerie sound of a
predator. I could tell from here that she was still lost in that bloodlust
of hers. "Charlene," she cajoled, "Stop running. Please."

I didn't know if that was a ploy or if there was a genuine cry for help in
there. But after what I just saw, I wasn't about to fall for it. "Stop
moving!" I looked over my shoulder. Nadia stood at the threshold of the
hall, standing like she was ready to kill me. Her breathing was raspy, her
eyes lost. I turned over to keep my eye on her as I made my escape. Yeah,
to where, Charlie?  "NO!" I screamed out when she moved. Before I could
blink she was on top of me. Her overpowering hold on me returned. When her
hand gripped my throat, and grazed my scar, I wanted her to start fucking
me. I wanted her to rip my pants off and just take everything. I was ready
to surrender to her will. My pussy ached for attention. She breathed
against my cheek, moaning in my ear. Through her soft shirt, I felt her
nipples harden against mine. One of her legs got between mine and started
rubbing. Stop teasing me!  "You make it so easy when you're scared," she
whispered.

"Nadia, please..." I caught myself before I said something stupid, like
bite me. I don't know how or why. "I'm not... scared. You
just... startled... me."

"I want you," Nadia exhaled, lowering her mouth to my shoulder. Her lips
caressed the scar tissue, sending that oh-so-wonderful shot of desire
through me. I wanted her too. I almost came from the contact. Her leg
twitched against my groin. "I want you to have this."

"...Why?" I breathed. Again, instinct and fear took hold. I knew if I moved
again, that was it.

"You're my Watcher."

"What?" I slowly turned my head, trying not to push any of her
buttons. "I'm your... what?"

"You're my Watcher," she said again as if that word was getting her
hotter. I think regular lust was overtaking her bloodlust. Her voice lost
that slight hiss. Lucky break for me. "My provider. My keeper"

"Nadia," I said once her domineering grip vanished. "I'm going to close my
eyes and try to move. I'm going to do it slowly. I'll trust you; I'm not
afraid. Do you understand?"

She quickly inhaled, as if the truth lingered in the air between us. I
fought the instinct to jump at the sound. "I want this, Charlene." I
prepared to start fighting off that exquisite urge, but it never came. "And
you're going to give it to me."

"You are going to let go and get off of me." I said sternly, trying to out
will her. "We're going to go back into that room and we're going to talk
about this."

"I don't want to talk," she seethed. "I'm hungry." I didn't know if she was
mad at me or herself, but that wasn't going to stop me from pushing my
luck.

"If I'm your Watcher, and you really do care for me like you said, then
stand up and walk back into the room." A tear fell from her eye, hitting
the skin between my wounds. I grit my teeth together to keep from crying
out. "Get off of me, Nadia. Now."

Straining with her eyes closed, she let go of my wrist. Slowly her weight
lifted off of me. She reclined back onto her heels. She breathed in small
sobs. Trying not to trigger her instincts, I pulled myself up, propping up
on my elbows. I studied the sad-looking woman before me. She reminded me of
Tiffany and her mood swings. I don't know how I survived those
either. Using the wall as a crutch, I stood up and started making my way
back to my chair. I stayed as far away from Nadia as I could.

I braced myself against the wall. My head was till woozy and my legs seemed
to be even weaker. Nadia cuddled into herself and continued to weep. This
looked all to familiar. Deciding that I was relatively safe, I slid back
down the wall. The vampire was completely out of my head and mind leaving
me a horny, drenched, and exhausted wreck. My hands were shaking.

"How is it that you can play on my scars like that, anyway?" I asked,
reclining my head back and closing my eyes.

Nadia took a couple shaky breaths. "It's you open spot, a direct line into
your blood stream. The fact that the tissue has scarred over doesn't
matter. In fact, it only makes you more attune to the pheromones." Great.


"How many vampires live in this city?" Then again, maybe I didn't want to
know.

"The last time anyone counted was over a decade ago," she answered sitting
up. "Most of us are transient, drifting from place to place until we find a
good enough support network." Support network? Why didn't I like the sound
of that? "But the census officially counted seven hundred, fifty-three. The
elders only did it to appease the people of the city council."

That got my attention. "WHAT!" I almost shouted, bugging my eyes. "The city
council knows about you... people?"

She chuckled at that for some reason. "Of course, they know about us. The
permits for our underground clubs are signed by the chairman himself." The
look on my face must've asked all the questions running rampant in my
head. "I never said they liked the idea of people like... well, people like
us living in their city. But what were they to do? Kick us out? No, they
just keep us regulated, though we mostly govern ourselves."

"So, what? You elect your leaders or something?"

"Yes and no," she shrugged. "It's something that I can't really explain;
I'll have to show you."

I scoffed at that. "You mean take me into one of those clubs? I don't think
so." My head lolled around at the utter exhaustion coursing through
me. Nadia crawled over to me and put a hand atop mine. The look she gave me
was one of a painful desire to understood. I've already heard a lot and
still don't understand. "Nadia, if you can have this kind of affect on me,
then what the hell is a roomful of other vampires going to do? I'd rather
not find out."

"I've already put the word out," she said, not meeting my eyes even though
they were partially closed. "If anyone touches you like that, they're
dead. I've told you once before, you're MY Watcher. That's not a title to
be taken, or given, lightly."

The truth was there; I could hear it. And it made me feel even worse for
not understanding. "But why me?" I asked, not taking my hand away. "I'm no
one special. Just lil-ole Charlie, barely-passing college student."

She frowned. "You underestimate yourself," she whispered as if I just
insulted her.

"I don't think so. There's a difference between having low self-esteem and
having an awareness of your lowly status. It's nothing hurtful or
pessimistic, just the truth."

"The truth?" she snapped, drawing my attention away from our now-gripping
hands. "I've been trying to get you to accept the truth."

Did she just agree with me? That just made me feel tons better. "I can take
the truth, Nadia. I've been hit with it before, hurt with it even."

She shook her head. "Truth is an intangible object." Now she's a freaking
fortune cookie. "You can't grasp it or see it, only hear it and accept
it. It took me a long time to understand that. Time that you don't have I'm
afraid."

"W-why not? My voice cracked "Because you won't live as long as I will,"
she said honestly, dodging my question. "I'm nearly immortal. The vampire
condition affects the brain, causing severe changes in the neurological
patterns and chemical releases of everything from sweat and body heat to
feeling hungry and tired. I won't age or grow weak like you will. Watchers
retain the luxury of mortality."

"What are you trying to tell me, Nadia? That you want to die?"

She let go of my hand and stood up. I watched her go into the library. She
had her back to me, but I'm sure she knew I was trying to stand up. And
failing miserably. "That was rude," I mumbled, knowing damn well she heard
me. I don't know what I would have done without this wall. "I asked you a
question," I said, my head poking into the room. I didn't dare try to get
any closer. This distance between us was just fine, even if it was only a
false sense of security. "Nadia, when someone asks you a question you
answer it. And without that aura crap. I can't take any more of it."

Her body trembled. "I shouldn't have expected you to understand, Charlene."
She just stood there with her arms around herself. "How can I make you
understand what this is like?" I think that question was more for her than
me, but I took it anyway.

"How about actually giving me that care you told Henry and Travis about," I
said suddenly feeling dreamy. My head bobbed, my shoulder ached from my
weight pinching it against the wall, in yet I was still horny as
hell. "What exactly were you going to do? Bite me again? Chew on my flesh
until I died in your basement?" I was still having a hard time believing
were on North Lawn Street. It was too quiet down here.


Nadia mumbled a quick apology. "I'm not going to bite you. Not for a while
yet. I took too much from you, then you lost even more when you tried to
clean it up. If I bite you now, then yes, you will die. In fact, your
friend Travis was right. I don't know how you're still alive either." That
just made feel warm and cozy all over. "Even Watchers don't turn that pale
without dying." Does she have to keep using that word?  "You wanna care to
explain why I bled so much when I tried to clean myself?" She didn't
answer. "What was your plan of 'taking care of me'?" My tone was more
annoyed than anything. Having information like that would certainly be nice
in case there's a next time.

The vampire sobered and came across the room. I saw a fleeting glimpse of
her motions. Must be the larger gap gave my brain time to process her
movements. I refused to jump when she stopped two inches from my face. I
was too out of it to care that her pupils were swelling.

"Mind if I carry you back to bed?" she asked politely. Before I answered
she lifted me up and started walking down the hall. My head rested against
her soft shoulder. Who says chivalry was dead? Her heart beat in a slow
rhythm. I could fall asleep right here.

She gently set me down on top of that nice comforter. It was still cold,
even to my cold skin. I heard her mumble something about coming back. How
can I come back if I haven't left? I forced myself to stay awake. I don't
know why I felt so sleepy all of a sudden, but I wanted to know what she
planned on doing to me. In the back of my mind I wanted her to fuck me. Sex
is the best medicine. I giggled at that.

"Here," Nadia said, handing me a glass of what looked like water. Well, she
did say, in fact several times, that I needed fluids. Water's the second
best medicine.

I sat up and took it. I sniffed it to be sure it was what I thought it
was. Nothing unusual so far. I kept my eyes on her as I took a sip. My eyes
opened wide. I would have spit it out if it wasn't for her stare of "don't
you dare". It tasted metallic, like old well water going through old rusty
pipes. Images of my grandma's house came and went. Nadia nodded for me to
take another sip. I made a face, but did as instructed. Down the hatch, as
my mother used to tell me about taking nasty medicine. I decided to get it
over with quick. In three gulps the cup was empty. Where the fuck is Mary
Poppins with her spoonful of sugar when you need her? Bitch.

"Feel better?" Nadia asked me with her arms crossed.

"What the fuck was that? It was disgusting." My face soured, the flavor
lingered in my mouth.

"Water," she answered, then added, "With a dose of hemoglobin."

"So I just drank essence of blood?" My voice went incredulous. That wold
explain the bitterness.

"Basically." Nice. "You should start to feel it soon. And I'm going to warn
you..." her voice trailed off as I felt my body catch on fire. My skin
burned, but my blood ran ice cold. It didn't hurt, per se, just felt really
really weird. "... It'll feel a little weird," she finished. Thanks.

I sat up and looked at one of the mirrors. Even now I could see a
difference. I was still pale, but now nearly as bad. I looked like I was
supposed to be alive. My pulse sped up. I think my enthusiasm set of a
spark in Nadia. Her smile changed from happy to seductive. She wasn't
pulling on my aura or playing on my scar. She just looked like a very pale
chick that wanted to get laid. And me? I wasn't about to say
no.*********************Nadia crawled up onto the bed with me. She nestled
between my legs and leaned over me. Her lips pressed against mine. It was a
sweet kiss, soft and caring, and without the influence of my scar. A slip
of her tongue caused my first moan; I chased it with my own. The vampire
moved away from my mouth, heading for the "safe side" of my neck.

The illusion of danger made it feel more intense. She could pull her lips
back and bite me and I wouldn't care. This felt too damn good. I felt her
mouth clamp down on my skin, her tongue dancing between her
lips. Electricity soared through me. My breath came and went in short
gasps. My pussy soaked anew. Nadia pulled her lips back and let those sharp
teeth of hers graze my skin, applying just enough pressure to not beak the
skin. My eyes shot open, then closed just quickly.

I felt Nadia's hands begin kneading my tits through my shirt. My nipples
were stiff against her palms. I let out another coo, my legs instinctively
parted. Nadia began kissing around my collar bone, daring herself to go to
my "sore side". She decided not to and went up to my chin, again finding my
mouth. Her hands traveled down to my pants. In an instant my jeans were
unbuttoned and unzipped. The vamp pulled away, and in one swift motion,
grabbed my jeans and panties, peeled them from my body and threw across the
room. If I wasn't so damn horny I would have been more amazed.

I pulled my knees up. My head rolled back when as her hands traveled down
my inner thighs. She leaned between my legs, her breath hot on my skin. I
rubbed my hands over my breasts. She hesitated just a bit before her tongue
darted out to touch my outer folds. I don't know if it was all the teasing
earlier, or what, but that small touch pushed me over the edge. I screamed
out as I came against that marvelous mouth.

I could almost hear her smile. Nadia brushed her fingers over my labia. Her
tongue followed a moment later going the opposite direction. She hummed
into me, her breath teasing my clit. I rode the wave of my orgasm as she
assaulted my pussy. Her mouth covered me, her sharp teeth barely gnawed
against my folds. My juices began pooling beneath me.

I groaned as she pulled her mouth away, but was equally surprised by the
entrance of two fingers. The raven haired beauty shoved them in deep. Her
knuckles slapped against me. Nadia picked up the pace of her fucking. The
digits inside turned and tilted upwards, pushing against my g-spot. I
arched my back as yet another orgasm built. She darted out her tongue and
pushed down on my clit.

I've never felt anything so intense. She continued fucking and licking me
as the first of another cum erupted. It squirted from me and splashed
against her face. That only made her go faster and harder. My back arched,
my hands squeezed my tits to the point of pain; it hurt so good. I think I
might have woken up the neighbors with that scream. Nadia just kept at
it. Her mouth sucked and nibbled on my clit. I swear if her face wasn't
there I would have sprayed cum over the foot of the bed. My ass was getting
cold from the puddle I now sat in.

Nadia kept at it until I had nothing left to give. I felt as though I would
pass out. My lungs tried to calm my heart rate. Nadia sensed my distress
because she suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes to see her smiling over me,
her eyes black and her chin dripping. My eyes were glossed over with the
afterglow of sex, and that might have distorted my vision because I swear I
saw her flash from lover to predator then back again. But at the same time
I really didn't care. I just had the orgasm of my life and to die in the
arms of a lover isn't exactly a bad way to go.

I blinked, so did she. The darkness of her eyes matched the room. The only
reason I could see her was because of the pale blue light that she must
have turned on when she carried me in here. The whole rom was cast in it. A
smile came and went from my face. I knew I was going to drift off to sleep
before too long and I the idea of waking up in this place alone wasn't
comforting. Just the idea that this house was sitting somewhere on North
Lawn Street was enough to put that fear into my head. I guess that's what
made me utter, "Please don't leave me." It was barely above a whisper, but
I know she heard it.

"I'm not going anywhere," she breathed into my ear. "I'm never going to
leave. Ever". My eyes closed. The last thing I remember was Nadia rubbing
my hair and whispering strange words into my ear.

********************

To be continued...