"The fall of an angel appears to have taken place,Yet she bleeds, she breathes,She walks, she talksThough she is no longer human.At the twilight she awakens,The darkness hides her smooth pale skin,Her mesmerizing eyes,Her charasmatic smile,The sensuality of her feminine form.She gives us what we most desire,The erotica, the exotica.A passion far more powerful then the intimacy of sex occurs.Then she casts the shadow of death upon us;For a vampire has been born."~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Succubus Nights
Raziel watched intently as the young girls on the stage swung themselves about brass poles. Their bodies undulated to the rhythm of the music beneath the bluish-purple wash of the lights. It was a Wednesday night and there were relatively few patrons in the club.
"Hey, Razzie!" Eddie yelled from behind the bar. His voice could barely be heard over the pounding of techno bass-riffs. "Hey, Razzie! You want another Noose?"
"No, thanks," she yelled back. She hadn't quite finished the one she had and didn't think she would be around long enough to drink another. Besides, her attention was elsewhere. The young bodies on the stage. Three of them and all as beautiful as the other. They looked eighteen or nineteen, with the exception of the taller brunette in the center. She looked as young as the other's, but something in her eyes set her apart. Her soul was an ancient one, but she had a young heart. Raziel thought she looked like she had spent her life searching for something. She didn't know what. Neither did the young girl, she would bet.
As the brunette wrapped her long legs around the pole, Raziel got up from her stool and walked across the floor. There were two tables directly in front of the stage. She sat in the one nearer the object of her interest. The girl wore a leather g-string with a matching top. Her hands slid down her own body, caressing her hips and thighs. She pressed her hand against her crotch and spiraled to the ground around the pole. She wound up nearly flat on her back with one hand grasping the pole as her hips rose and her hands grasped her crotch repeatedly. She flung her head back imitating an orgasm.
Raziel caught the girl's eye and gave her a wink. As the girl's white-gloved hand slid beneath her g-string, she kept her eyes fixed on her captivating admirer. Raziel plucked the cherry from her drink and sensually drew it into her mouth. The girl on stage was watching intently and pulled her glove off with her teeth. She returned her hand to her crotch. When she brought it back to her face, the blue and purple lights reflected off her wet finger. She slid it into her mouth and issued a pleased smile. She danced back to her feet and swiveled her hips as she spun around the pole again. She rubbed herself against the pole as if it were going to come alive. Raziel felt herself getting wet beneath the black mini-skirt that she wore. She waited until she was sure that the young woman was watching again and slid her left hand discreetly between her black-nylon clad thighs. She pushed her panties to the side and entered herself. It felt nice but did nothing to relieve herself of the desire this night was bringing. Raziel removed her hand and put her legs together. Her hand slid into her mouth and came out clean. The brunette nearly fell off the stage. The wheels set in motion, Raziel stood up and walked away, making a point not to look back.
"Eddie!" she yelled, returning to the bar.
"Yeah, Razzie?"
"That new girl -- What is her name?"
"Jesus Christ, Razzie! Again? Why can't you leave my gal's alone, huh? You always fall for them and they never dance here again!"
"Just tell me her name, stud," she said sarcastically.
"Toni. Her name's Toni. Listen, why can't you just go after guys? You're a great lookin' dame. Hell, go after women for all I care! Just go after women who _don't_ dance for _me_!"
"Eddie?" She cooed. He stopped wiping the counter and looked up at her.
"Yeah?" He said. He was a little pissed off, but he knew what to expect of her. Just venting his anger wouldn't kill her.
Raziel gave him a warm kiss. It was friendlier than most, but it wasn't a kiss she would give to a lover.
"You know you love me," she snickered, "so why can't you just let me have a little fun occasionally with your girls?"
She was right. The truth was, he did love her. At least, as much as he could love any woman since Sylvia left him -- the bitch. If nothing else, he certainly wouldn't deny a nice fuck if she asked him for it. Unfortunately, she never had. And she probably never would. She only went after the most attractive women and never gave a guy so much as the time of day unless he was a Greek God.
"Yeah, ok. I'll hook you up. I'll hook you up. Although it looks like you've already done everything except give her your phone number. Jesus H. Christ woman."
"Just tell her that I want to talk to her. I'll be in the booth in the back." She didn't need to tell him which one. She routinely sat in the back corner of the club, drinking Noose's, watching the crowd, watching the dancers and touching herself.
Toni had just finished taking a shower when Eddie had walked in on her. The pig didn't even have the decency to knock first. She forgave him however, when he told her that the woman she had been flirting with wanted to see her.
She had only been intimate with a woman once in her life and that was with a fellow dancer at the Gold Finger. She occasionally thought about other women, though. If only she knew how to be bold enough with the same sex. She could never ask a woman out. She couldn't even flirt without becoming self-conscious. But that woman out there tonight. She had opened the gates first. She had made the first move and that made everything seem so much easier. And now she might have an opportunity that couldn't be passed up.
After she gathered her things and found a sexy knee length skirt and a frilly blouse to wear, she went to the back of the bar and introduced herself to her admirer. The woman was gorgeous. Even more so than she had appeared from the stage. Her short black hair and red fingernails and lipstick looked so elegant against her pale white skin. Her lips shined as she licked them and her breasts fought to free themselves from the confines of her turtleneck.
Toni sat across from the woman and felt the piercing gaze of her blue eyes.
"Toni," she said. Her voice fueled Toni's fire. It was low and sensuous with a crystalline quality. "My name's Raziel. You put on quite a show up there. You're good. Very good."
"Thanks," Toni smiled nervously, "it's easy when you have a lot of inspiration from the audience. You put on quite a show yourself. I envied that cherry."
"I envied that hand." Raziel took another drink.
Toni found herself at a loss for words. She wanted to reply. She knew what she wanted to say, but she couldn't bring herself to utter more than nonsense. Great first impression, she thought, trip over your own tongue.
"Why don't you sit next to me?" Raziel said. She motioned for Toni to move.
Toni immediately felt a warm glow wash over her body as the excitement of being so close to something so beautiful enveloped her. But she wasn't warm. As a matter of fact, she felt her skin grow noticeably cold the instant she brushed her thigh against the woman. It was odd, but not so much so that she couldn't gain the sense to take advantage of her circumstances. Toni put her hand on the woman's knee. Her skin there was cold as well. Not freezing, but certainly below normal. Something about it gave her goose bumps and made her thighs wet. The woman had soft skin. The woman watched Toni's hand closely as it made its way between her legs. She sat very still and finally closed her eyes. Raziel bit her lip as Toni's fingers bumped lightly against the mound beneath her panties. Suddenly, the woman came alive. She put her hand behind Toni's neck and kissed her lips. It was a light kiss at first but became hard and forceful, reminding her of one of the boyfriends she once dated. But as the woman's tongue entered her mouth, the feminine qualities made themselves evident. She caressed places inside her mouth that made her heart skip multiple beats. Toni had slid her fingers beneath the panties and pressed her middle finger against Raziel's warm lips. They parted slowly and beckoned for her finger to enter. It did and it sent a wave of human electricity to her spine.
She grabbed Toni's hand by the wrist and stopped her.
"Let's go somewhere private."
"Ok," Toni breathed. She really didn't care about privacy right now. She would have been content to strip and lay her body on the table for this woman.
"My place," Raziel said, taking her new friend by the hand and leading her to the car.
Raziel punched a code into the electronic lock on her apartment door. It beeped and she escorted Toni inside. She watched Toni's eyes light up in awe. The apartment was dark with a lot of shades of black and deep reds, but it was the most comfortable looking place on earth. The sofa was oversized. Several beanbags lay in a pile on the floor. And she could peer into the bedroom from here to see an extremely large bed with huge pillows and a beautiful down comforter. The carpet was plush and felt good after they took their shoes off. It ran through her toes like warm grass.
"It's beautiful," she said.
"Thank you," said Raziel, "Would you like something to drink?"
"Yes, please," Toni glanced nervously at Raziel and then at the floor. She was a little anxious about the situation. She was attracted to this strange woman. She would happily lie down for this girl in the middle of the floor right now, but she was too nervous to initiate anything herself. Perhaps if she was older, but this woman was probably a decade older than she was. Maybe thirty-two, although by looks alone one would think she was in her early twenties.
Raziel went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of red wine. Toni watched as the impossibly beautiful brunette stood beneath the track lighting, pouring two long-stem glasses. Her hair was thick and the darkest black you could imagine. The gentle light above her covered her with a fuzzy halo. Somehow this woman seemed out of place beneath such a symbol. She gave the appearance of a rebel. A woman, who didn't accept the rules of society, but didn't overtly challenge them. A woman, who did what she wanted, but did it discreetly.
Toni sat on the sofa, curling one foot beneath her. Raziel came up behind her and stroked her hair lightly before handing over one of the glasses of wine. Raziel sat next to her and sipped from the glass. Toni's hand was shaking and she spilled several drops of wine onto her blouse.
"Oh, God, I'm so clumsy!" She said, putting the drink down and swiping at her blouse with a tissue. "I guess I'm a little nervous."
"You don't need to be," Raziel comforted her, "Here, why don't you let me help you with that?"
She scooted closer and unclasped the top button of her blouse. The second and third soon followed as their eyes met. Toni put her hands on Raziel's wrists. Such smooth skin. It made her shake even more. She felt like an insecure fifteen-year-old again.
"Yes, help me," Toni said, kissing her soft lips. Raziel paused for a moment. She felt like she was on fire. She was always so cold. She always hungered for someone to keep her warm, but it was never more than a selfish need. Something about this young girl excited her. It wasn't just the heat of her luscious body, but the spark in her eye. She was captured electricity waiting for someone to ground herself to. For the first time in ages, she felt the urge to shred this sweet girls clothing off of her and give herself completely to her. She had rarely been unable to keep absolute control. She was always the one to manipulate the situation and remain calm as she worked her lover into frenzy. That frenzy would feed her for hours or even days. But she felt herself losing control in that one moment of hesitation.
The buttons of Toni's blouse flew several feet as Raziel ripped it open, revealing the soft flesh beneath. Toni reclined against the arm of the sofa, pulling Raziel to her breasts. Raziel drew one protruding nipple into her mouth and worked at it gently.
Raziel felt Toni's knee rubbing carefully, back and forth, between her legs. Her kneecap pressed against her mons without too much pressure. The lips of her pussy rubbed against each other, making her wetness drip through her panties. A wet spot developed on Toni's panty hose.
Raziel pursed her lips around the start of the nipple, against Toni's breast. Her tongue drew long vertical lines across the tip. Toni's chest rose and dropped with a heavy sigh. Raziel released the beauty's nipple and kissed her way toward her shoulders. The sighs increased. The breathing intensified. Raziel heard the fierce beating of the woman's heart in her own ears. It pounded a primal rhythm much like the song that she had danced to earlier in the evening. The beat encouraged Raziel to kiss Toni's throat and her neck. Every kiss landing with the force of a feather but the effect of a jackhammer. Raziel opened her mouth, her incisors grew longer. Her lips moistened. Toni's knee still moved from side to side and brushed Raziel's pussy. She stopped moving her knee and pressed it a little harder into Raziel's crotch.
Raziel sighed. Her breath shuddered. Her body trembled and she felt as if her soul were being sucked from every pore of her skin. The endings of nerves she never realized lay within her body burned and her loins shook with electricity. Her body contracted and her vagina tightened on itself.
Raziel tried to force her incisors back into her jaw. She fought for them to recede. The excitement was so great, but she wanted so much to control herself. In her mind, she focussed on the control. The molecules in her body slowing and relaxing. Her body and mind pushing for control.
But her instincts overpowered her and the sharp sting of Raziel's teeth soon shocked Toni and caused her to gasp. She tried to scream, but the hand between her thighs mixed her feelings and her body was confused. Toni sighed and let an extremely loud moan rattle Raziel's head. Toni first attempted to fight her off, but was overcome with a sense of complete satisfaction and tranquility. She pulled Raziel's head close and let the blood in her veins flow over the lapping tongue and pursed lips of her lover.
Raziel snaked her hand inside Toni's panties and pressed a finger into her vagina. It was like an entranced snake maneuvering inside of the silky lining of the young pussy. Raziel continued to feed. Toni sank further into a hypnotic meshing of heartbeats. Toni's body swam in a river of endorphins and she was coming.
Toni lost consciousness, or at least all ability to recollect what was transpiring. Her body followed waves of sensual winds and her mind drifted away from reality.
Raziel knew when Toni had fallen into rapture when her breathing calmed and her movement nearly ceased. She continued to feast on the young flowing angel beneath her and the world passed away from her eyes. Life's fluid swam into her empty heart and she became drunk. When her body had taken its fill, she passed out and lay upon Toni's chest.
Raziel awoke with a searing flame enveloping her skull. She attempted to gain her faculties and turned to the cool body beside her. The girl looked familiar. Her beautiful skin and gentle, ancient eyes. Two close wounds were circled by stains of blood on the young things neck.
Raziel strained for a moment to recall her situation. Her heart sank. She had lost control. She had given into her need for the girls letting. It had been almost painless for her, but when she regained consciousness, Raziel knew that she would suffer an agonizing recovery. She felt guilty for losing herself and her ability to refrain from abusing the girl.
Raziel stood up, slowly. She found her equilibrium and stumbled into the shower. The turned pulled the plastic curtain closed and turned on the flow of water. The hot water showered her body and the bathroom filled thick with steam. It penetrated her nostrils and encouraged her skin to clear. She soaped her body and caressed herself with a washcloth. She felt clean and her mind lost some of it's tangled cobwebs. After the shower, she dried off and wrapped herself in a soft bathrobe.
After situating herself, Raziel picked Toni's body up and moved the sleeping girl to the bedroom, allowing her to take over the bed. She removed her clothes, taking liberty to let her hands and fingers explore the smoothness of her soft skin. Toni's body felt so cold. Much like Raziel often felt.
She pulled the blankets and comforters over the sleeping girl, up to her shoulders. What she needed was heat, to relieve some of the pain and quicken the process of her body's regeneration. Raziel turned up the thermostat in the apartment.
Satisfied that her young friend was as comfortable as she could be in the present situation, Raziel prepared to leave for the morning, before the sun rose. She left a note on the nightstand for Toni, incase she happened to regain consciousness: I'm sorry for this. You will be all right. I will see to it. I must leave to speak with an old friend. I will return soon.
She locked the apartment behind her.
Her destination was an ancient looking bookstore. But inside, there were more than just books. There were maps and stones and items of unimaginable age and use. These oddities were the possessions of Lodairos, a neutral friend to all who roamed in the night. Not one of them, he knew more of their nature and history than any other human. Perhaps even more than many of the elders.
He always had a strong desire to be consumed by them and live his life as an undead creature, but he also feared such transition. Still, of German descent and American citizenry he was a resource for many of those who found themselves in a time of tribulation. Raziel knew that he would be awake when she came to his shop, because he had adapted the hours and many traits of their lifestyle.
A small light glowed in the back of the shop and a small, elderly figure came to the door. He peered through the glass and smiled.
"Raziel! Good to see you, dear!" His voice was like bratwurst-- warm and inviting with just enough spice to catch your attention.
"I need help, Lodairos," she said, fumbling with her purse.
"Come in, then... Come in! Come in!" He said, waving his arm and ushering her into the store. The smell of old paper and rich leather bindings calmed her nerves a little.
"I was with something last night. I got-- I got carried away. I need to help them. It's my fault and I want them to recover."
"But, child... Once taken by nasferatu, one never recovers. Merely regains consciousness. They are, clinically, dead. You know that."
"Yes. I know-- I know. I should have controlled myself and avoided this whole situation, but I couldn't and I didn't. But I can try to keep things from getting worse. Will you help?"
"Razzie, this person... I've never seen you bother with someone like this. It isn't like you."
"She's different. This person isn't like anyone else that I've taken before."
"You like this person, no?"
"I-- I think so. Lodairos, will you help me or not?"
"Yes. I have what you need, but I can promise nothing."
Raziel hugged the old man and thanked him. He left the room, disappearing into a dark recessed closet that looked more like a medieval medicine cabinet. He returned with a vial of powder.
"What is this?" She asked.
"Crushed leaves of certain medicinal trees from Eastern Europe. Shavings of Catar bone..."
"It will help her?"
"Not alone. You must keep her warm. You must mix your own blood with this and place it on her tongue. She will absorb it. If she is going to be well, this will speed up the process. But if it is not meant for her to survive... Then this will do nothing."
"I appreciate your help, Lodairos. Thank you."
Raziel carefully wrapped the vial in cloth and secured it inside of her purse.
Dawn crept over the horizon as she tapped the numbers into the electronic lock and entered her apartment. The cliche of the lonely vampire racing against the sun to stay alive was just that-- a cliche. But the sunlight did lessen one's strength and senses. A recently fed vampire suffered little effect from the sun, but one who had fed as much as a day before would be as week as a human with the flu. Truly uncomfortable. Raziel had fed only hours before, but she was too intoxicated and too worn from worry to imagine leaving again soon. She wanted to administer the medicine to Toni and sleep...
Raziel willed her incisors to protrude and carefully snagged the flesh of her forearm on one tooth. A large drop of blood swelled to the surface immediately. She coaxed it into the vial, with her fingernail. She shook the vial and tilted it until several drops dripped onto her finger. She knelt next to Toni.
"I have to give you this, sweetheart. It should help you." She was not sure if Toni could hear her or not. She was likely still in a deep sleep. She prodded her mouth open and placed the powder and blood mixture beneath her tongue. "You are an angel... I hope you will forgive me for what I've done to you if you ever awake."
Raziel sighed and placed her purse and the vial next to the nightstand, on the floor. Raziel slipped her shoes from her feet and let them dangle over the edge as she sat.
It was so warm. It felt as if it were a sauna or a hot day in the middle of the Arizona desert. Raziel was sweating. She removed her clothes and stood naked. It helped very little to relieve her from the temperature. She touched the back of her hand to Toni's arm, beneath the blanket. She was still very cold. She hoped the heat was helping her.
She crawled beneath the covers of the bed and slid herself next to Toni's body. Her arms wrapped around the lithe beauty and her body scooted close, to press as much of her own flesh against Toni's as she could. Toni's cool skin felt nice to Raziel and cooled her off. And the heat from Raziel's body might help Toni.
Cradling Toni in her arms, Raziel fell asleep. She dreamed. For the first time in years she dreamt. A man with black eyes and a large frame stopped her in the hallway, as she entered her apartment. He shoved her inside and threw her to the floor. She tried to fight him off. She had the strength of several mortal men, but this one held her securely as he raped her and then slit her throat. Her vision dissipated with the last image seen being that of her own heart torn from her chest and held in the hands of her attacker. It was rare for her to dream. She would awake knowing that she had dreamt. She would remember a man with dark eyes. A large man. She would recall him stopping her in the hall. But the rest would be an uncomfortable blur and soon be forgotten.
Raziel heard screaming. That is what woke her up. A loud, thrashing sound and shuddering screams. They were coming from this very room. She forced her weary eyes open. Beneath her lay Raziel, still deeply asleep. Beneath her? She saw where she was. Raziel was between Toni's legs and her body undulated against her. Her clitoris was throbbing and her legs were burning. Her breasts bounced as she thrust her hips against Toni. Toni's breasts shook softly back and forth with the incessant motion between her legs. And the scream. Raziel realized it was of her own voice, as an orgasm came upon her in a surprising wave of ecstasy.
Raziel had awakened in the morning a few times before to the happiness of reeling from a wet dream. But this was incredible. The physical stimulation of her body hard and clawing for satisfaction. Experiencing an unexpected sexual climax. It tripped her mind over its own thoughts and she forgot, momentarily, who the girl beneath her was and what she was doing atop her. She gathered herself and slid to the side of Toni. She stared at her face and closed eyes. Her great breasts and flat stomach. She tried not to think of what had just happened. How she had come to be on top of Toni and how she had achieved such wonderful orgasm. In a way, it frightened her too much to think about. Losing control again, she thought. She was losing control again.
"What are you doing to me?" She whispered to Toni. Why did she suddenly care so much for someone? And why was she unable to control her desires for this girl? Why? She wasn't a human any longer. She was nasferatu. She was unto herself all she desired and needed. The necessity of another soul was only for her feeding. But Toni... Toni, she needed.
Raziel shivered and a tiny aftershock flew down her spine while another warmed her belly. She prayed that Toni would be well, to a god that she knew was not there. Then she fell asleep again. Her body was so tired. Her mind was loose. Even having fed half a day before, she was not strong. She was not energized and healthy.
That disparate feeling continued over the next few days. Raziel slept. When she would awake, she could hardly make it into the kitchen to eat, or to get a glass of water. Every movement was laborious. She would always return to Toni's side and hold her arms around her. Only then could she sleep. And only in sleep could she tolerate the reeling jumbled senses of her mind.
She knew that she was losing weight. She was dehydrated from her inability and unwillingness to continue her trips into the kitchen for water. Even the bathroom next to the bedroom, to cup her hands beneath the water of the faucet and sip from them became too painful and draining. So she slept on. Nightmares filled her sleep. Years without dreams seemed to suddenly compensate her with the most vivid and frightening, illogical images and surreal scenes. More than a week passed. Raziel awoke once again. Her body was no longer cold the way it always had been and it was not boiling as the temperature in the room had caused her to feel for these many days. She felt flushed. She felt a stirring inside of her body that she welcomed.
She opened her eyes and the feeling grew more intense. Between her legs Toni lay flat on her stomach, fingers parting Raziel's lips and her tongue caressing her clit. Raziel opened her mouth to speak, but Toni's talented tongue only permitted a weak gasp and a sigh to come from Raziel. She squeezed her legs around Toni's face, gently and enjoyed the soft feminine expertise. The tongue danced and skated over the soft flesh of her labia and pressed itself against her clitoris, stroking the hood that covered it. The tongue came down and was thrust into her vagina. Only now did Raziel contemplate the surprising length and dexterity of Toni's tongue. Her body convulsed and she involuntarily shook, writhing beneath Toni and bucking her hips.
Toni pulled her body from between Raziel's legs and came up to kiss her lips once. Raziel moaned and tried to speak. Her mind was still in a fog that cradled her thought. She knew what she wanted to say, but her body insisted on extracting as much pleasure from its recent violent as it could.
Toni spoke, "I've heard that most comatose men wake up in the hospital with an erection. I always wondered if women awoke sexually aroused, too."
Raziel moved her lips, but she still could not make sense enough to push the words out.
Toni continued, "I can say without a doubt that they do. At first, I couldn't move. I could only see. I couldn't even feel anything for awhile. I was scared, too, but I did not want to wake you. I knew that you had been caring for me. When my body gained its senses, I could feel my nipples. They were so hard. I felt like a soft breeze of freezing winter air had just cascaded over my skin. And when I looked at you... Saw you sleeping beside me... God, I didn't want to wake you but I was... In need of you."
Raziel smiled, "You're turning me on... Unless you suddenly have a huge reserve of energy, you should stop talking like that." She winked.
"I'm sorry," she feigned an apologetic little girl pout, "Like I said, I couldn't control myself. I had to have you. Asleep or awake." She grinned.
"Desire and control are difficult and dangerous to manage," Raziel said. Only after the words came out did she realize how true they were.
"Fuck me," Toni whispered, kissing Raziel again. She traced her index finger from Raziel's cheek, along her chin, down her neck, slowly between her breasts, and down her stomach. Raziel's eyes closed and she bit her lip.
Raziel whispered, "Say that word again."
"Fuck."
Raziel shivered. Fuck sounded like the chorus of a heavenly hymn from Toni's lips. "I'm glad that you're well, Toni. You don't have any idea how badly I felt the entire time that you were out. I lo--"
"I know you feel bad about it. I know..." Toni leaned over to kiss her again. Raziel moved away for a moment, to an obviously agitated Toni.
"Wait a minute," Raziel said. "I need to tell you something. And I know you're going to hate me or want to kill me. I... I wish I could do something about it, because I-- really like you. But I owe you the truth."
"Alright," Toni said, retreating from her sexual dominance.
"Do you know why you were out for so long? It was my fault. I..." Raziel took a breath and swallowed before attempting to continue. She touched her hand to the still visible bite mark on Toni's neck. Toni caught Raziel's hand and pressed her own over it, letting Raziel's palm lie flat over the wound.
"It's alright, Raziel. I know what you are."
Raziel's eyes gave away her surprise. "What?"
"I know what you did to me... What I am. I understand. It's really weird and I don't know the consequences, but I'm okay with it. You aren't as sublime and happy as you let on, Raziel. I know your troubles and I know you..."
"But... How?"
"I don't know. I do. Just trust me: I know what has happened and I don't hate you for it. My life isn't worth-- wasn't worth living the way I was before. I wasn't who I wanted to be. You could have done nothing to make things worse, even if you killed me."
"I'm so sorry," Raziel whispered again. Toni fell to embrace her.
"Stop. I told you not to be sorry. I've been awake for awhile. I had a chance to think while you slept. I need to figure some things out. I need to get my mind straight. But I do know what I want right now..."
Raziel looked at her, curious.
"Fuck..." Toni whispered, kissing the full lips of her Sire. She felt the soft rhythm of Raziel's gyrating body below. Her clit rubbed against hers. Her skin melted against Raziel's.
Raziel's hands reached for Toni's and clasped them. She turned her arms upward, resting on their elbows; offering support for Toni as she gave herself to Raziel again. Soft folds of skin titillated the soft lower lips of the other. Their moisture mixed. The insides of Raziel's thighs lit fires against the friction of rubbing against the outsides of Toni's thighs. They thrust their hips toward one another, reaching for orgasm. Reaching for the satisfaction that one could provide the other. Their eyes met and locked. Bodies shook and breasts bounced. Breaths came short. Sighs came readily.
Toni took her right hand from Raziel's left hand, resting much of her weight on her other. Toni drew her hand quickly across her own breast and Raziel's face showed a brief confusion when Toni removed her hand to reveal a thin, deep slice beneath her right aureole. Blood spilled from it. Toni leaned forward and offered the breast to Raziel's willing lips.
Toni felt Raziel's warm tongue lapping at the blood and drinking it from the vein in her breast. It felt beautiful and right. Her entire upper body wanted to float and felt weightless. She felt her pussy contract and her stomach convulse. She was coming and she released her inhibitions, screaming loudly and pulling Raziel's hair tightly to one side. Her toes curled and her eyes clenched tightly.
Against the blackness of her eyelids, Toni saw a man of large build. He removed his glasses to reveal the blackest eyes she had ever seen...
A month had passed since Raziel and Toni met. A month since Toni had been bitten and brought into the life of the undead. Toni had come to view Raziel as a mentor, mother, and lover. In turn, Raziel regarded Toni as her savior. An angel sent to rejuvinate her heart and soul and lust for living.
The night became theirs. It was the cloak that shrouded them as they made love, talked, danced and entangled themselves in each other's web.
But when morning came, and sleep drew them in, Toni was tortured by nightmares. Raziel slept well, but worried greatly for her lover. She would cradle her in her arms and assure Toni that all was right. But the fear and sickness in her eyes frightened Raziel. She would speak to Toni almost daily about the nightmares. Asking questions. Digging for a way to resolve the pain she saw her in. But her questions were dodged. She knew when Toni was lying, but did not press her on that aspect. Still wondered why Toni would hide anything from her.
Raziel looked up as Toni entered the room and drew the drapes closed, forcing the rising sun from the apartment.
"Hello, angel," Raziel said.
Toni came to the bed. She kissed Raziel. "Hello, yourself."
Toni started to pull away, but Raziel's arms wrapped around her back and stopped her. Raziel pulled her down until Toni came to a straddling position above her.
"Stop fidgeting with the curtains and doors and come to bed," Raziel said. She didn't have to repeat herself. Toni turned out the lights and it was nearly dark inside. Raziel reached between Toni's legs and slid her middle finger into her pussy, up to the knuckle. Toni squirmed and fell to her side, willing Raziel to do with her as she wished. She withdrew the finger and put it to her mouth. Licking it first, then drawing it into her mouth, pursing her lips around the finger. "You taste like peaches..."
Toni slipped her index finger into her own pussy and pulled it out, glistening and shining in the faint light. She pressed it to Raziel's lips and watched as it was happily taken in to her mouth.
"I know that you know what this feels like, Toni... When you want to crawl inside of the other's body and fuck them from the inside. Wishing you could experience the sensations they feel as you are causing them..."
Toni nodded, breathlessly whispering agreement.
Raziel pushed Toni onto her back and put her palm against her pelvic bone, letting her fingers cascade down to her vagina. She lightly brushed her middle finger against Toni's clitoris and watched a wave come over her, causing her to shiver. She put more pressure on her clit and began a consistent circular motion, rubbing her clitoris around and around, letting the friction of Toni's own body rubbing against her clit induce an orgasm. The motions sped up and her hand was beginning to be visible only as a blur of pale white. Toni shuddered and her hands quickly grabbed Raziel's, holding it against her pussy, and guiding her fingers into Toni. She held Raziel's hand still and humped her hips upward, onto the long, artistic digits.
Toni closed her eyes and came. Against the blackness of her eyelids, she saw a tall man with ivory skin and dark, brooding eyes. She was vaguely aware of the image. Her interest and body were occupied by the fire in her belly.
"Don't stop, Razzie-- God don't you dare stop!" She cried.
And Raziel didn't. She continued her ministrations. She eased a second and a third finger in. A fourth was soon to join them when Toni's hand coaxed them eagerly to enter her body. She was panting and her body undulated like a raft in the torrid sea. Sweat began to cover her forehead and her chest. Her thighs were an excited pink and her labia were full and voluptuous.
Another image painted itself on the backs of Toni's eyelids. She was slightly more aware of this one, but her brain, consumed in the moment of ecstasy discarded it. A woman lay on the floor by the man's feet, a line of blood about her neck.
"More," Toni whispered, "More Razzie, I want you inside of me."
"No, child-- I'll hurt you. I don't want it to hurt, sweet," Raziel argued.
"I don't care. Let it hurt. Please, Raziel. God, I want you inside of my body. Yourself, you said you wanted such."
"But," she protested.
"Just put that fucking hand in me. Don't worry about me... Please... Just do it quickly and it won't hurt..."
Raziel gathered herself and knelt on her hands. She took hold of her wrist with her other hand and forced her entire right hand into Toni's pussy. Her body resisted at first and it took much strength to enter. But she was in, to her wrist now and it caused only one long guttural scream from Toni.
Raziel was shocked at what she was doing. There was something sensual about having her fist inside of this warm body. It made her feel connected and she was, for awhile, a part of Toni. It was spectacular.
"Does this feel well, Toni?" She asked, hoping that she had indeed found enjoyment in this, as it was she that had insisted.
Toni said nothing. She clenched her teeth and breathed heavily like a woman in labor. She was sweating and shaking. Her eyes were tightly shut. Her cunt was begging to be relieved of the mass inside of her. Her skin quaked. Raziel's hand began to twist in semi-circular motions. This sent Toni over the edge and her body entered the most intense orgasm she could recall. She screamed, loud enough to hurt Raziel's ears. She wanted the hand out of her, but she desired to have it within her, too. It was beginning to overwhelm her and she could no longer accept the stimulation and the intriguing, odd sense of pain inside of her, swelling throughout her lower body, belly, breasts...
The image reappeared against her eyelids. It was Raziel at the floor. Punctured neck with a streak of blood. Another streak of the blood was faintly visible on the dark shoes of the black-eyed man above her. Toni passed out.
Raziel awoke hours later to Toni's prodding. "What is it?" She asked, attentively.
"I need to talk to you, Razzie..."
Raziel sat up and brushed the hair away from her eyes. "About the dreams."
Toni nodded. "Yes. And something else."
"Alright... I've been waiting for you to explain. It's an odd time, but I suppose this is as well as any, isn't it dear?"
Toni smiled. "Yeah. I guess." She thought for a moment. She began to speak and then hesitated before continuing. "It's more than dreams. I've also had these... visions. But they've only come a few times. Perhaps a half dozen... And they come only when... well... when... when I'm coming."
Raziel smiled devilishly and immediately tried to cover it up.
"Smart ass," Toni retorted. "It's always been a dark-eyed man in the dreams and visions. A tall, pale figure. Almost ghostly. It never made sense before, but his eyes frightened me. They always have since the first dream weeks ago."
"Dreams," Raziel whispered, "Toni, dreams are just the result of your brain processing information at night. It's noth--"
"No. Listen," Toni insisted. "This dream... The vision... Earlier, when you put your hand in me... When I came-- I saw him again... And you." Raziel's eyes perked up and she ruffled her brow. "Razzie... You were by him on the floor... You were dead or something... I think you were dead..."
Raziel sat quietly. She was unsure how to respond. She wanted to disregard what she had just heard, but... It was familiar. She had experienced similar dreams during the time that Toni was sick. That is why she found it difficult to ignore. The image. The situation of her body on the floor. The man. It was familiar. It had happened to her. It was real. But when? Would she not recall it? It had been so long. She was certain of that.
"I think," Toni said, "that I experience these images when I am most connected with you. That is why they occur when we make love. And when we're asleep... I don't know. Perhaps we are symbiotic then, too."
"I don't know," Raziel thought aloud. "I dreamt about this man, too. When you were asleep I dreamt for the first time in many years. I can't recall them completely... but the man with dark eyes. I knew someone like him before. With eyes like pits."
"Who is he?" Toni asked, scooting closer to Raziel and taking her share of the blanket to keep warm. Their legs brushed against each other beneath the covers.
"I wish I could say..."
"And why has he hurt you in my dreams?"
"Again... I wish I could answer you." They were both scared, and neither needed to say so. Whatever these things meant, they were enough to stand the hair upon your neck on-end. But Raziel knew that there was nothing that could be done about things beyond your control. Perhaps, after sleep, she would have the faculties to recollect the face in their dreams. And there was always Lodairos. Into each other's arms, they fell, appearing to sleep like babes on the outside, but sharing the same simultaneous dream of the dark man attacking Raziel.
Toni had recently decided to continue stripping. She found a comfortable excitement in dancing before men. Seeing their lust for her body and sucking in the beat of the music without her inhibitions. As night came, she showered and dressed for work. After she had gone, Raziel went to the small store wherein she knew Lodairos would be busily archiving his texts and whatnots. Raziel arrived to an unlocked door. That was unusual. Lodairos was an aging man and he knew that this neighborhood was no longer the safe fortress of his childhood. Worry growing in her, she pushed it open. She cautiously stepped inside and saw the gentle glow of a low-watt bulb in the far end of the store. A figure moved there. It turned.
"Raziel!" The voice cried. It was Lodairos.
"Jesus," Raziel said, "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Your door was unfastened!"
Lodairos nodded. His eyes darted from her face to the corner of the room, gesturing for her to look behind him. Look for something. "I've been too busy at work. I must have forgotten about security, child..." Raziel tried to follow his eyes, but she did not quite catch on what the old man was trying to convey. He cocked his head and she knew that they were not alone. He had tried to convey that to her from the moment she entered. That is why he moved nervously and his voice was higher than normal. Shaky. Unsure of it's footing.
"Lodairos-- what is it?" Raziel whispered.
"Run!" He whispered, pleading to her with his eyes.
His gray hair falling over his eyes and his hands gesturing for her to go. She wanted to ask why. She wanted to take his hand and calm him down. But the light behind him quickly disappeared. Raziel looked up and before her, behind Lodairos, stood a man of more than six and one-half feet. Dark, trimmed hair and sunglasses. His skin was pale, like a sheet or a ghost.
"What the hell?" She gasped. She stood, frozen as the man towered over her. His hand reached to his face and removed his eyeglasses. The black pits of his dark eyes stared into her soul. Raziel tried to scream. The tip of a large knife suddenly appeared, silently through Lodairos' stomach. Blood spilled from the blade and wound to the floor. He mouthed words that Raziel could not make out and the blade disappeared. The man withdrew the knife and returned it to his side. Like ice, crushing beneath the heavy boots of a storm trooper, he spoke: "My time has come to repent and make right what I have done."
"What are you talking about?" Raziel yelled, "What the fuck are you talking about?!"
He lunged for her, but her quickness allowed her to evade him and avoid the point of the knife he wielded. "I made the mistake of embracing you, child. Many I have embraced. And the time has come for me to cleanse the soul I have left and sacrifice my children. I must remove the stains I have put on this earth."
"You... You're my sire..." She said quietly, backing away from him and easing her way to the doorway.
"Yes... I raped you and fucked you like the whore you have become."
"Why would you say such a thing? Why did you... Why did you make me this way?"
"I was a venomous man. Frightened of my newfound strength and immortality. I thought I was a god. But I was wrong. I'm erasing the mistakes of my youth."
"But I'm not a mistake! I was... I was human until you..."
"Yes, yes... I know... But I made you what you are. I am your sire. Give yourself to me and we will make things right. I will be quick in taking your heart." He swiped at her, lunging forward. He missed her as she dodged to the side and he fell against the wall, blade slicing into the dark wood.
"Fuck you!" Raziel said. She swung her arm around, elbowing her attacker in the jaw and drawing blood. With a quick jump, she found the door and opened it . As he came again for her, she caught him in the balls with a heavy foot and he squealed. He dropped to the floor and cursed her as the bitch he claimed she was. She wanted to look back as she fled, but the sheer anger and relentlessness in his eyes had convinced her that one more glance would not be worth her life. She ran.
Toni should have been to work by now and she would be able to speak with her there. In her presence, she would feel safe. The bar was alive tonight. Not crowded, by any means, but there were enough people to mingle and dance with. Raziel made her way through the people to the counter.
"Razzie! You're here!" Eddie said loudly, handing her a drink. She shunned the drink and asked him when Toni would be on the stage.
"She's got another ten minutes, babe. You want I should go get her for you?-- I gotta say, I'm damn pleased one of my girls returned after a night with you. Guess there's a first time for nearly fuckin' everything ain't there?"
"Thanks," she replied, "but I'll just go talk to her myself. I'm in a hurry."
Eddie saw something unusual in Raziel's face. It was... anxiety. He hadn't seen her worried about anything before. "Raz-- you okay? Is everything alright?"
She looked up at him. She would like to have told him, but could not risk involving him in this. He was a bit of a prick, but he didn't deserve to have anything like this thrust upon him. He wouldn't stand a chance. "I'm... There's someone I don't want to see. And I want Toni to know who he is."
"Well, I see anybody in here looks a bit suspicious, I'll take care of them. Now get on back and see Toni before she goes on!"
Raziel moved around people, zigzagging her way to the back of the club. The pattern of lights changed, and the blue intensified; pulsed. The music changed. A harsh, industrial riff of KMFDM shook the building. Toni danced powerfully onto the stage; demanding attention and getting it.
Damn!, Raziel thought. She couldn't get to Toni from the dance-floor. There was no way up and the stage was much too high. Steps. There were steps behind stage from the dressing room that she could use. If she could get her attention from behind there. But that would cause a commotion. Ten minutes. She could wait ten minutes. Toni would have another thirty minutes before her next set afterward. She could wait. She stepped up to the front part of the stage and watched Toni dance. Her nearly naked body spun and her breasts bounced. Her long arms wrapped around the brass poles and then around herself. She caressed her body and lay on the floor, slithering toward the crowd.
Her eyes caught Raziel's. Eagerly, Raziel tried to communicate to her, gesturing and yelling, but it was too loud for her voice to carry. Raziel waited and watched. Just a few minutes. It was all going to be fine. Her Sire was behind her, crawling on his knees in pain. He would be awhile before finding her-- and this would be the last place he would look for her.
Eddie took a clean cloth and dried the inside of the glasses before him. It was a pleasantly busy night. More people meant more money. And more money meant... Well, it meant he could get the hell out of this town and away from his ex-wife. Some place warm would be nice. But he wasn't excited at the thought of leaving the gorgeous women who danced for him. Especially Toni. She had worked out very well at his bar. Such a beautiful young thing when she walked in off the streets looking for a gig. And here she was, his main draw for customers. His thoughts turned to Toni's new fling, Raziel. The thought of them together made him snicker. Somehow, they seemed appropriate for one another. He'd sure like to get a piece of each of them, though. But, he wondered, what was up with Razzie tonight? She seemed so worried. Her mind was definitely elsewhere and she was scared. Who could she mean by 'him'? It certainly couldn't have been an ex-boyfriend. When had he ever seen her interested in a male? To that point, when had he seen her around any men? A dark image reflected in the glass he held. Eddie looked up from it and saw the bearer. It was a tall, dark-haired man. He wore damaged sunglasses and walked with a subtle limp. His pale skin-- it looked as if he'd ripped it from Raziel and worn it himself; so pale. He certainly didn't belong in a place like this. He didn't seem to even want to be walking into this place. Eddie's instincts raised his interest and he stopped the man. "Can I help you? Are you looking for someone?" The man kept silent, scanning the room. He was looking for someone. Raziel. Eddie would have wagered his scrotum on it.
The man turned to Eddie and said, "Yes, thank you-- I've found what I'm looking for." The man removed his hat and glasses. His eyes were pits and their blackness froze Eddie as he opened the drawer by the register and took the butt of the revolver inside. The man walked further. Those who were standing moved from his path as he approached. He certainly was not going to move around them. Several people at their tables glanced nervously upward as he passed them. He wore a grimace.
Raziel felt a cold stare. It darted across the room and froze the hair on her neck. She turned, sure of the eyes that stare came from. Her Sire. His angry, mechanical hate bearing on her. Forbidding her to flee. And to flee would only prolong the chase. She knew that he was weakened. The limp he had acquired from their earlier encounter gave his pain away. And the grimace on his face, which was more than just hate-- pain. Her mind raced and she wanted to alert Toni. Seek Toni's help so that she would be all right. So that she would not have to face this end alone. But only she and her Sire existed.
Outside their bodies the world moved in slow colored blotches, blurring their peripheral vision. Toni suddenly ceased dancing. At their tables, customers grumbled and wondered why she had stopped. She nervously clutched at her face, naked body standing free. She stared exactly into the eyes of the dark-eyed man who had torn her attention from her routine. He was oblivious to her, though. He moved in a set manner, determined, as he came upon Raziel.
"Raziel!" Toni screamed. She could not get her attention.
"Eddie!" She screamed, realizing that Raziel was unable to gather her senses. She seemed... hypnotized and drawn into the void where the strange man stood. The man from her very own dreams, whom she had seen above Raziel many days before.
Eddie saw the commotion as the patrons of his bar mumbled worriedly and unknowingly in response to the sight before them.
The dark man who had entered minutes before reached a cold hand to Raziel, brushing her cheek. Without words, Eddie drew the pistol from below the counter. With a clear line, he fired. Twice. The first tore through the man's right arm, shattering his elbow. The second bullet pierced his shoulder, throwing him forward against the stage. The man screamed and stood to look at Eddie. In a magnificent bound, the wounded man leaped to the stage. He shoved Toni off and she fell clumsily to the floor below. She winced as the room echoed with the snapping of her forearm. The dark-eyed man, with his healthy arm, ripped a brass pole from the ceiling, it's now jagged edges reflecting light against the walls of the now empty nightclub. Eddie fumbled with the pistol. It clicked twice. The man turned toward the bar, twenty yards from the stage. He hoisted the brass pole like a massive shining javelin.
"Christ!" Eddie swore, hoping furiously for the trigger to give. 'Click'. The man hurled the pole into the air and it sailed across the room. 'Click'. The magazine could not be empty. It was always kept fully loaded. God damned miss-fires!
"Christ!" Eddie swore again as his eyes caught the end of the pole bearing down on him from the center of the room. He forced the trigger once more and the gun fired. Eddie didn't see the bullet hit its target squarely in the jaw, throwing bone and teeth spattering across the stage and lights. The pole carved through Eddie's large forehead with its uneven rude edge. It speared him against the back of the bar, between black and white photos on the wall.
Toni screamed as she saw her boss-- her friend, slaughtered in her defense. The dark-eyed man, seeming only momentarily effected by his wounds, dove from the stage, landing on Raziel's back, wrapping his arms around her head. She would die and he would see to it. His mistake would be erased.
Raziel knew she was in danger. She wanted to fight off her Sire, but he leapt on her and controlled her. How could she fight her creator? How could she destroy he, who gave her life?-- But these were not her own thoughts. God, these were not hers! They were his! She knew this and fought desperately to banish them from her head. But his connection with his progeny, even years later was such that she could afford only a weak and swift fight before submitting to his obvious power. He drained it from her; the power. He reclaimed what he had given her. To removed her heart from her chest would be the only remaining step. Then, she would cease to be nasferatu. She would cease to live.
It was then that Toni felt the surge of power. It was pure adrenaline coursing through her veins like a wild drug in the arm of an addict. She was nasferatu as well, and her Sire was soon to expire. She was strong. She had not yet needed to rely on the instincts that had embedded themselves in her system these last weeks. Now, it was impossible to deny that she was more than she ever imagined she could be.
Instinctively, she willed herself to move across the floor. Despite the awful pain in her leg, she stood and found herself whisked to where the dark-eyed man and Raziel stood. She had not leaped, nor walked-- yet she had moved from where she sat, to where she now stood. Her power, in this moment of duress, had grown exponentially.
"Turn to me, coward," she demanded of the dark figure.
He turned, releasing Raziel from his arms. His mutilated jaw and mouth could not speak, but she heard words in her mind, "Do not interfere child. She is mine."
"No," she telepathic to him. She had learned recently of her ability to communicate without words or gestures with Raziel. She had not realized it was an ability beyond herself and her lover.
The dark-eyed man's eyes suddenly gained emotion. Before, so sure and direct, now curious and growing frightened. He knew instantly that this one was powerful. She was young and she had something within her that he had never had... Passion. Yes, he sensed passion in her and he feared it.
"No," she said aloud this time. "She is mine!"
Shouting gutturally, from her throat, Toni threw her hand into the man's chest. Her finger's dug instantly into his skin and shock glazed his eyes. Her hand twisted inside of his body and he slumped forward, gasping a final breath before she withdrew. He fell to the floor. Toni loosened her grip and his now still heart rolled from her hand, dropping next to his belly.
She looked for Raziel. She was slumped against a barstool. She was delirious and incoherent, but she would be fine. Toni would see to that.
