Night Music

Chapter 9: On the Other Foot

Victoria kissed me on the cheek the next morning. "Good morning. Did you not sleep well?" she asked in a voice that was honey dipped in acid. I looked in the mirror. I looked as good as I felt. Ugh. We had brunch at an outdoor cafe. Jonna waited on us. Any possibility of pleasant conversation vanished when Victoria noticed the fang marks on Jonna’s neck. "Her, too?" she asked. This time it was acid coated with poison.

Brunch discussion centered on the closing date for the house, and the furnishings we needed. My mind wandered, because she was the rich one, and she was going to be spending the money. There was a definite distance between us that hadn’t existed before last night.

We returned home. I brooded over how to explain my revenge or my fantasies to her. I felt that I should say something in my own defense. Once I had resolved that, there was only the small matter of bringing up the subject. As for Victoria, it was as if the previous night had never happened. She seemed perfectly willing to let it stew. I finally screwed up enough guts to say something.

"Ummm... about last night..." I tentatively began. Victoria looked up from the Sunday comics, expectation in her eyes, but silence on her lips. I swallowed, and continued, "I’m very sorry if I angered or disgusted you last night. I - I -- I can only apologize and hope you’ll forgive me." The room was silent. I hung my head, wondering why I was foolish enough to bring up the subject.

"Apologies are for mortals," Victoria flatly stated. I looked at her with a hanging jaw. "Do not look so shocked," she pouted. "You still think like mortal man. You choose your victims. It will get you in trouble. You lust after woman for sex, and bite to make dream come true. Fuck Kelly in ass for humiliation, feh! You enjoyed her fully. She wanted bite, you wanted to give it to her."

"I was lying about the bite! You already warned me, remember?" I pleaded.

Victoria shook her head. "No, is not true, you wanted to fuck so bad, you would bite! I want you, so I bit girl and gave command." Her voice got softer. "Mortals are not the only ones that can be seduced by vampire power. Our power can control us, if we are not careful." She paused, letting the meaning sink in. "You are my love, and I do not wish for anything bad to happen. So, I do not want you to speak of Kelly again. Is bad sign, not because I am jealous of Kelly, but it means that you are still mortal, not vampire. Mortal weaknesses kill vampire faster than stake through heart."

There was so much I had to say to her. I wanted to tell her how right she was, that I could explain everything, but that I would do better. I opened my mouth to say something, but Victoria waved her hand dismissively. "No. Remember fangs. They are what matters." She pointed at her teeth, still normal in the fading daylight. She continued, "You are still only baby vampire. I care for you now and forever. Is not false promise for us."

Night fell. I shivered as the unbidden memory of the would-be car thieves replayed in my mind. We didn’t speak much the rest of the evening. I was lost in thought, for Victoria had raised the questions that I had been trying my best to ignore. As the night passed, my courage started running at an all-time high. I decided that I was going to get answers to my questions then and there. Victoria put an end to that idea, speaking first and saying, "Come, let us go to bed, I am tired, and would sleep with you." I begged off, saying that I had some preparation to do for work on Monday. She shrugged, "As you wish."

Before leaving me alone, she gave me a sweet, wet kiss. I responded fully, but without the extra enthusiasm that had been so prevalent early in our relationship. As I watched her get ready for, and go to bed, I became aware that I was a little afraid of Victoria. No, that wasn’t quite it. I was afraid of... myself. And what I’d become, and afraid of what I was on my way to becoming. I slept on the futon again.

A revised deadline hit on Monday morning at work, and I was going to be in the middle of everything. I was working late and didn’t get home until after midnight. On Tuesday and Wednesday, I was there until two in the morning. I was tired, I was grumpy, and I was still afraid of Victoria. Victoria was very gentle with me, letting me come home and collapse in peace. She’d give me a back rub and let me drift off (crash) to sleep. My mortal concerns had left me unwilling to play with her at night. She seemed to understand, and was content to cuddle next to me as I slept. The distance between us had closed.

Thursday was the bug from hell day. After working on the problem for eight hours, I took a break, completely frazzled. I left the building for a walk to clear my head. While I was walking, I encountered a little diversion. I saw an attractive young woman pounding on the window of a car. I walked over to her and asked, "Is there something wrong, do you need some help?" She wheeled, frightened, and clutched at a small canister of mace on her key chain. I held up my hands defensively.

"You scared me half to death! I didn’t hear you at all!" she exclaimed. I could see her relax as she evaluated me. Apparently she decided I was harmless. Silly girl. "I’m locked out of my car. I can’t believe that I locked my keys in this thing!!!"

"Well, maybe I can help," I offered, and moved to inspect the window and door seals closely. She leaned close, murmuring, "Do you see anything that might help?"

I turned my head and our eyes met. What the hell, I could use a snack. "Come to my office. We can call for a locksmith from there."

"I don... yes," she answered. Her intended refusal died as a desire to agree with me filled her mind. Our eyes were locked. Her arms fell limply by her side. Her shoulder bag clattered to the ground. I picked it up, handed it to her, and turned to go back to the office. She followed silently. The security guard wasn’t in sight as we went in, and I took the woman straight to my office. Closing the door, I put my arm around her waist gently and pulled her close. "N-n-nooo..." she protested feebly, sensing deep down that she was in danger.

"Just a little bit, my dear," I whispered, and bit her. The woman arched her back, moaning softly as I drank her life. I carefully paid attention to the taste of the blood, and noted how different it was from Victoria’s. The woman’s life force flickered, and lost some of its brilliance. I stopped, bracing myself for the blood lust. The demon must have been asleep, however, for there was no internal conflict. I sighed in relief, and let the woman go. She wobbled on her feet. "Sit and sleep, you will remember only that you called the locksmith from here." When the locksmith called my office, I woke the woman and sent her on her way. I settled back in to work.

What had seemed obscure and impossible two hours ago became elementary, and the bug was eradicated in less than 15 minutes. Shortly before midnight, I was done. It was time to go home to my wife. The blood snack I’d had was charging me up. I was happy, energetic and feeling rambunctious. I grabbed a bottle of chilled champagne and two glasses from the market on my way home.

Victoria wasn’t at the door when I came into the apartment, so I immediately headed for the bedroom, humming happily and loudly. The champagne and glasses fell to the floor as I turned the corner. Victoria was in bed naked. Straddling, and rocking back and forth on top of some young blond dude. The noise made the guy turn his head, and his eyes grew wide at the sight of me. "Whut th’fuck is -- aack!"

Victoria quickly bit him, and I heard her say, "Sleep," as I turned to leave. The apartment door shut behind me as I fled, and Victoria’s yell of "DAVID!!!" was muffled. I turned into a bat and streaked into the sky, blinking back tears. I was flying virtually blind, and felt extremely betrayed. "HOW COULD SHE??? IT HASN’T EVEN BEEN A FUCKING MONTH!" I bellowed against the rushing air.

I circled the city numerous times while I tried to make sense of Victoria’s actions. As I flew, the wind began to answer my sobbed questions, singing in response. It was a soft, gentle melody, unlike the symphony that had played when I flew the first time. The longer I flew, the sweeter the song became. My tears stopped and were blown dry. The angry, hurt thoughts and emotions were muted by the music, wrapped in gossamer notes.

I circled the city one more time, then headed back home. The melody told me to, that I would be cheered by my return. When I landed, and changed back to human form, the music ceased. Nagging doubts made me hesitate outside and ponder my options. After a few minutes of trying to figure a better way, I realized that I had to talk with my wife. I took a deep breath; steeled myself, and went back in. Victoria was sitting at the kitchen table, smoking, facing the door when I came in. She showed no surprise at my return, nor at my calm. "I knew you would be back. I saw you fly away. The music called you back, yes?" Her brown eyes were open, full of honesty.

"How did you know?" I asked, surprised at the accuracy of her supposition.

"I have flown away in anger and rage, too, David. You forget sometimes, I am much older than you." Victoria put her cigarette out and stood up, looking at me. "I want to show you something," Victoria said. The guy she had been fucking walked in. "I am here, mistress." Obviously she had called to him telepathically.

I noted his well-muscled chest and arms. His relatively long blonde hair, and rugged near-model good looks made me feel inadequate. Then I noticed that he was still naked, and turned in embarrassment. "No, David, I want you to see this," Victoria urged gently. I reluctantly turned to watch, telling myself that she has a reason for this. Suddenly, he wrapped those big arms around my wife, and kissed her long and deep. I could barely contain the anger that exploded in me as Victoria responded completely.

She broke the embrace, a slight flush apparent on her face, and the look in her eyes was the one that says, "Let’s make love. NOW." She was flaunting her attractiveness to this blonde hunk in front of me. It was a demonstration that there were other men who were as good as, or better than I was. Confused, I shifted uneasily on my feet. Victoria must have anticipated my reaction, because she said, "Stay there, David. Watch and learn," before I could move. The weightlifting surfer’s cock was rising, and it looked like it was going to be in proportion to the rest of his body.

Now I felt completely inadequate, and very helpless. What was Victoria going to teach me? A lesson about fantasies? That I wasn’t the only one? My anxiety grew by the microsecond, and time slowed enormously. "Are you jealous of Jeff, David?" Victoria purred. Hell, yes! I wanted to rip "Jeff" to shreds at that moment. Victoria smiled at me, then turned to Jeff and opened her mouth. Ahhh shit, she was going to kiss him again. Jeff’s mouth opened in return, waiting expectantly.

As the distance between their mouths closed to almost nothing, Victoria leaned around to the side and bit him. This wasn’t a gentle bite, however. Jeff’s dick instantaneously jumped to full erection. He gurgled, and his eyes bugged out with surprise. The gurgling noise continued, a sound I hadn’t heard from a biting victim before. I saw Jeff’s penis rapidly deflate. The gurgling became harsh choking sounds. His eyes were wide open, but full of horror and panic, not ecstasy. He tried to push Victoria away, but she held him as if he were a child, and kept her mouth fixed on his neck. She was making loud slurping sounds. Jeff’s legs stopped working, then his arms; the choking noise got softer. There was one last gurgle, his eyes closed, and Victoria, quite casually, let the lifeless body thud to the kitchen floor.

There was blood all over her mouth. Victoria’s eyes were bright, bright red, and very bloodshot, a shocking contrast to Jeff’s pale, pale, dead body. "You see, he meant nothing to me. I took my pleasure as I desired, and I was amused. But he was ultimately only mortal. I am a vampire, mortals exist only for my amusement, and my food. It would be good for you to learn that you are a vampire, too."

"So you’ve killed him to prove your point. Does that mean in three days, he’ll be a full vampire? And your faithful slave, forever undead. So what do we do with the body until then?" My voice was cold and emotionless. I had been brutally shocked by Victoria’s ruthlessness, and blatant disregard for mortal life. If I had let any emotion out, I would have gone into hysterics.

She walked into the bedroom for a moment. She returned with a sharp wooden stick in her hand. I knew what was coming, and my stomach heaved. "You must not turn away," Victoria ordered. She had no power to make me watch, but I watched anyway, out of morbid fascination. I was repulsed as she drove the stake into the dead body on the kitchen floor. I was horrified as the eyes snapped wide open, and what had been Jeff hissed loudly. It tried to sit up, allowing Victoria to finish impaling the body. The sharp edge of the stake protruded from the back of the thing that was still hissing.

She picked up the cleaver from the knife rack. With one swift (It was a blur - I almost didn’t see it), sure stroke, Victoria separated the head from the body. She reached into the cabinet and stuffed the head with cloves of garlic. The body disintegrated instantly. "What body?" she coldly answered my last question, clearly mocking my ignorance about vampires. She swept up the ashes, put them in the garbage disposal, and washed them away. Victoria carried the head to the bathroom, put it in the bathtub, and lit it with her cigarette lighter. It burned quickly, and completely. Only a faint hint of garlic hung in the air, and that was the only evidence of what had happened in the apartment.

"I know you will not make love to me tonight. You must fight with your mortal part. But you will make love with me again. You are only man for me. Forever," Victoria said. She kissed me on the cheek as she walked by. I stood, too stunned by everything to react to anything. There was no revulsion, no fear, no fascination, no nothing. I just felt empty.

I stayed on the futon again. By myself. I didn’t sleep a wink. My eyes never even closed.

This story copyright © 1992, 1997, The Flying Pen

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