The Runaway Dream
Chapter Five - Lessons
"Let us go in; the fog is rising." – Emily Dickinson
She was weak now, but still alive four days later. I mean Audrey, of course, who'd become something of a pet to me. We'd brought her home, to our house in Klamath Falls. It was really Angela's place, but she'd made it mine as well. We were mated now, there really was nothing of mine that wasn't Angela's as well, and so the opposite was also true.
And I'd been changing. Every hour, every minute, I was becoming something else. There were obvious things, like the way I talked, the way I dressed myself, even the way I walked and sat. I'd spent so long, so many years being nothing, and less than nothing. I had powers now, weak ones to be sure, but they were growing. I was learning how to use my new abilities, and the first thing a person does, a nothing who is suddenly something, the very first thing she learns is how to be cruel.
I'd been cruel before, I know, but this was different. I was corrupt and very pleased with myself. Angela didn't seem to mind, she embraced me and taught me to embrace myself. And perhaps this isn't making a lot of sense, but have you ever wondered what you would do, if you could do anything? I'd been amoral before I'd met Angela, and so maybe that was just proof that I'd always been a vampire in my soul, or maybe just intended for the role by fate. Now I was physically able to exercise my desires, however, and that turned out to be an evil thing.
Audrey knew that. I had her then, four days after I'd first seduced her on that long drive home. I had her in our house, in the old cellars where it was cold and dark, with a single bulb burning just for her. I didn't need it, I could see perfectly in that awful blackness, but I wanted her to see as well. She'd grown weak and pale and if she hadn't been beautiful before, to my eyes she was becoming such. She'd been plain as a woman, ordinary in every way imaginable, but I was changing her slowly, experimenting with my abilities.
Angela had her slave, her pet girl named Petra, who had sacrificed everything in her search for a vampire to serve. She'd come willingly, Angela told me while we sat one quiet evening. We'd hunt later, but just after sunset we liked to sit near the fireplace, trying to warm ourselves against the recent chill of sleep. I was always so cold when I woke up. So we sat by the fire and the girl, Petra, who might have been twenty, I thought, she knelt near Angela's feet. Or sometimes she offered herself to one of us, her wrist perhaps, or her thigh, which was where Angela enjoyed biting her. Just on the inside, near the soft hollow close to her pink pussy. The blood was quick there and Angela could drink deep if she was particularly hungry, but mostly she fed slowly, nursing on the girl's arm, kissing her pale skin.
Petra. She was lovely as well, enough so that I'd felt a pang of jealousy when I'd first met her. She wasn't like me, but rather dark, like the original Goth Girl, with her painted face as she tried to imitate us. She had long black hair, straight and loose, with dark sunken eyes and prominent cheeks. Her body was neither thin nor voluptuous, but something more pleasing than either. She was beautiful and I'd detested girls like her in my former life, and it would take me some time before I could trust her the way Angela seemed to. But I trusted Angela, so there it was. I had little choice, as always it seemed sometimes.
And she told me how this girl, this Petra, had come from Detroit, traveling halfway across the country alone, looking for what she only suspected. Hoping against hope that she would find what couldn't possibly exist. A real vampire. Male or female, Petra didn't care. She was bound to the ideal, chained to it like Prometheus to his rock. It was a part of her and so obvious that a vampire like Angela, who had long experience and keen abilities, couldn't possibly miss her. It was pure luck, Angela told me with a smile, that she'd found Petra before some other vampire. A girl like that was valuable beyond her weight in gold and much too rare to kill.
We had need of her, just as we had need of people like Monica, who offered us protection during the day and comfort at night. While we slept below, Petra stood watch over us, keeping a house for our neighbors, paying bills and shopping, doing everything that we couldn't, or more simply wouldn't because it was tedious and boring and common. Petra and the people like her gave us the ability to exist, and without them, vampires would have perished long ago. We were too vulnerable, too easy to detect by our necessary habits and manners, if not by our actual appearance.
Petra would serve me as well, of course. She was eager and willing, bending herself to whatever I might desire, but she was Angela's more than mine, a fact beyond even Angela's power to change. And to some degree I found Petra's obeisance annoying, or perhaps boring is a better word. I enjoyed much more the resistance of Audrey, who was still fighting what she'd become four days later. It was a challenge, breaking her to my will, and I spent much time doing it, basking in Audrey's fear and love and hate and joy.
I had her in the cellars, deep beneath our lair which was large and dry, but very cold being buried as it was in the Cascade Mountains.
"Did you miss me?" I teased her and Audrey stared at me, sullen and angry. "What? You're not gonna talk to me?" I giggled. "The old silent treatment, Audrey?"
I had her chained to the floor, with a length of stainless steel from a collar around her neck to an old iron ring which had been long fixed into the concrete. It had been used for God only knew what purpose in the past. Livestock maybe. But now it was serving us well enough. She could sit or lay down, and I'd left her a blanket because it was cold down there, although I felt it not at all. But the chain was too short to let Audrey stand properly.
Her collar was leather, narrow, but thick, and held tight with a small padlock. It chafed her skin and I stepped close to her, entirely naked myself, and reached for her jaw. She resisted, turning away, but it was easy enough and I inspected my prize by the light of the single bright bulb that hung above us, although that was only for her benefit.
I had abilities, I knew, and I was only just beginning to learn them. Some of them I shared with Angela, but others were mine alone it seemed. Just as Angela had her own unique gifts. Like my seemingly magical skill at seduction, or merely suggestion if you will, it was something Angela struggled with, but as natural to me as breathing. I'd used it instinctively on Audrey that night in the car, and she'd been a slave to me, obedient and eager. Over time it wore off and I was still figuring out exactly how to use it, because it wasn't like just 'thinking' that I wanted to seduce her. The ability resided in a pattern of thoughts, in a way of seeing her and speaking to her, touching and even just looking at her. It was an expression of desire using all the the senses and I found it a marvelous toy.
I was using Audrey to practice with and that's as good a reason as I needed to keep her alive then. That and I did like her very much, as a lesser creature. That was also what I was learning, that there was a hierarchy in the universe, in nature, and humans were somewhere below us, below vampires like myself and Angela. I'd never felt superior in my life, but now it filled me, and my ego was growing, I have to admit. So much of me was growing, physically and emotionally, and intellectually as well. I was quickly losing that street urchin identity I'd long cultivated as an orphan.
I felt awake.
And Audrey. I think she hated me, really. I would have too, I suppose. I'd captured her, raped her, tortured and beaten her, and locked her in a cellar. She had good cause, there was little doubt of that, but her biggest reason was that I could make her love me against her own will. I could command her, like a Grecian goddess of old to adore me, and so she would...For a time.
It was fun for awhile, but I'll tell you a secret. It wasn't as good as it would have been if she'd loved me for no other reason than she truly did. And that was what I was trying to bring about.
"I'm going to take off your collar," I told her, walking to the far wall where her key hung by a nail, always within her sight, but far from her reach. "And I'm going to whip you."
"No," she whispered.
"No?" I turned with the key in my fingers.
"Please...I...I'll talk to you." She licked her lips and looked at the floor.
"You think I'm gonna whip you because you won't talk?" I giggled.
Audrey looked at me then, slightly confused. "Then...why?"
"Because I want to, that's all." I walked towards her, a fifteen year old girl, naked and pale and smiling, and there she was, full grown and trembling now. "Poor Audrey," I sighed, caressing her cheek for a moment, feeling a tear leak slowly from her left eye.
I unlocked her from her collar, letting it fall to the floor with the rattling of chains and an echoing thud. She could run if she wanted, it would make little difference. The cellar door was locked and even if she managed to get through that, Angela would be waiting, or a hundred empty acres of forest if she should get that far. Then I would hunt her, which would be pretty fun too, I thought, and I was tempted to let her go. But only for a second.
"Take the pole," I told her and I wasn't forcing her. I'd done that before, the last two nights, exercising my newfound abilities and making her do it. Tonight I wanted to see her do it on her own.
"Please..." she was still sitting, looking up at me, "...don't make me."
"I'm telling you. I'm not making you," I shook my head. "Do you want to die? Right now? I'll give it to you, Audrey."
"No," she whispered and I knew she was telling the truth.
That girl would cling to life until the very last second. Nothing frightened her more than death, for some reason. Not pain, not me, nothing. She'd obviously never lost anyone she'd loved, because I'd lost my fear of death long ago, when I was nine years old. It was life that the girl should be afraid of, I thought, and I wondered if she was afraid of God too.
The pole was a central stanchion, one of several pillars upon which the house was built. It was the smooth and ancient trunk of a redwood tree, I thought, although the wood had turned black with age so that it was impossible to tell. Audrey stepped to it, pressing her thin body to the wood, wrapping her arms around it and very nearly touching her fingers together on the opposite side, but not quite. The pole was very thick.
She was sobbing now, softly, so that her naked body jerked every now and again. I had a whip, a real one, although I wasn't very good with it yet. I was still learning that too and the scars on Audrey's back and thighs and shoulders were ragged and uneven, hardly beautiful at all. But I was getting better and I would whip her twice, or three times before she'd let go, collapsing slightly, and I'd have to wait until she could stand again. It was a slow and painful process and the whip was cruel and sharp, opening her flesh so that blood ran freely down her pale skin.
Audrey took thirteen strokes all told, and willingly as well, because I hadn't bound her in any way. The last was across her buttocks, bringing a scream as they all had, and Audrey's legs gave out again, so that she fell in a clumsy heap on the cold floor. She may have stood one more time for me, but that had been enough, I decided. Her back was wet with blood now, criss-crossed with welts and cuts, both new and old ones that had opened under the strain of her flagellation.
"Come here now," I said, showing no sign of exertion. I could have whipped the girl all night if I'd wanted.
Audrey hesitated and then crawled slowly the few feet between us and I knelt to cradle her. My hands moved over her back, smearing her blood across her hot sweating skin. She was breathless and weak now, but no longer frightened. I'd beaten that emotion out of her, given the woman something else to think about. I wanted to drink her, to lap at the fluids on her skin and taste her life. It was a powerful desire, a need and a want such as only an animal can experience, a true predator smelling her prey. But I ignored it, pushing those thoughts away as I took Audrey into my arms.
I kissed her trembling lips and she didn't respond, not a first, but then she let me kiss her. It was a small thing, a tiny surrender, but it was there. She was yielding in her loneliness and pain. She would love me soon, she would welcome her punishments because they would bring a reward after, a reward such as this. I caressed her gently, rocking her as if she were a child and kissing her mouth and cheeks and eyes.
I worked my fingers across her breasts, feeling her nipples hard with adrenaline, and across her flat tummy, to her sex. She had soft pubic hair, fine and silky, and her cunt was always so hot. She wasn't excited, not sexually, but there is such a small difference between passion and pain. The body reacts very nearly the same in some ways, so it was easy to make her wet with my fingers. She longed for comfort and compassion and mercy, and I gave those to her. Audrey hated me, I knew, and that's not so far from love either. She was kissing me while I fingered her, pushing two fingers deep into her clasping sex as she worked her tongue in my mouth eagerly now.
Soon, I thought, I would have her writhing with pleasure beneath my whip. She wouldn't know the difference between my kisses, with lips or lash. Audrey would cum while I punished her and thank me for it. That was my goal, my desire, and then I could set her free.
I comforted her, because this is how we teach our children. We punish and love and command their obedience so that we can reward it later. Audrey was my first child, my first slave and servant, and it was better she was unwilling, I think, because I needed to learn so many things. I wondered if it was instinctive in us, in vampires, to seek someone like Audrey while we are young and immature, so that we can hone our skills at manipulation and control. It seemed certain to me that there were no weak vampires, none who were submissive by nature. We would all have the need for dominance as a survival trait.
Especially if what Angela had told me was really true, about vampires being territorial. How when two vampires meet only one will survive. I liked it, I liked that idea and I knew what I was doing was building my strength and experience to keep what was mine. Angela would protect me for now, this place was hers and she told me she could sense another vampire as far away as Seattle or San Francisco. She could smell them on the stars, just one or two as they moved across the edge of our territory, and if they'd dare come closer I had little doubt Angela would have sought them out. She'd have to, lest they find us first and my own abilities there were very weak as yet. I could sense Angela, but only her.
But the others never came close, they had their own places, their own realms, and we were content to remain as we were.
"Petra." I spoke to the woman, who was sitting near the fire at Angela's feet, staring into it. "I need to wash Audrey. And feed her. Can you get everything ready for me?"
"Of course," Petra smiled at me, and her eyes were dark, yet warm like the fire. She was faithful to us both, Angela and me, but I couldn't help the small bit of envy I held for my lover at possessing the girl. Audrey, I knew, would never be like Petra.
Petra left us to prepare what I needed to take care of Audrey, to clean her and tend her injured back. I'd do it myself, and feed Audrey too, because she was mine. Neither Angela nor Petra went into the cellar, there was only me in Audrey's life now.
"You whipped her again." Angela looked up at me from her chair. She was reading a book, which was a habit I'd never picked up.
"Yeah," I smiled. I was still wet with Audrey's blood. "She let me. I didn't have to force her or anything."
"That's good," Angela nodded. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Yeah," I shrugged. "Of course I did. Why?"
"You don't have to be cruel, Lisa. Not to her," she told me and we'd had similar conversations before, but only recently. Angela didn't share my enthusiasm for punishing Audrey and I didn't understand why.
"I'm teaching her." I put my hand near the fire, wondering how close I'd have to get to the flames before it hurt.
"You could get the same effect with patience," Angela told me.
"I could. Maybe," I giggled. "What's the difference? God! She's just a girl. So what if she cries?"
"Nothing," Angela said softly, looking back down at her book and I frowned.
"What?" I stared at her, pulling my untarnished hand from the flames, forgetting my little experiment.
"Nothing," Angela repeated and I knew she wasn't happy with me.
I left the room, moving quickly through the house, through the kitchens. I saw Petra there and I pushed her out of the way, heading for the cellars. I was going to kill Audrey, right then. I was going to rip her open and paint the walls with her blood. I wasn't going to feed, I was going to murder her. I was going to slaughter her because I hated her right then. I hated Angela and myself most of all.
"I didn't ask for this, you know!" I shouted. "You did it!"
I unlocked the doors and left the light off, I didn't need it anyway. I was moving fast, so fast I was on her before she realized someone was coming. I was on top of the girl, still unchained, wrapped in her bloodstained blanket. I pulled Audrey to her feet, slapping her face as her eyes flew open, trying to focus on me in the black emptiness, trying to understand what it was I wanted from her. What she'd done wrong. She was crying, terrified as she sensed my rage, my useless anger that had no other outlet but her.
I drew my hand back, stretching her long thin neck and I was going to rip my talons through her windpipe. I'd bathe in her blood as it gushed from her body...That's what I wanted, but I only let her go. I fell down, pulling her with me. I was so alone and unhappy. Nothing had changed. I was in a different place, with different people, but it was still me. I'd changed into something else, but not someone else. There was a difference.
I looked at Audrey in that darkness, reaching out to touch her face and she jerked away, frightened of me.
This was what I'd become. A something cruel and unpredictable and selfish, and I'd always been those, so what was the difference? Angela was upstairs, telling me not to be. She'd killed an entire convent, all of her friends, and that wasn't cruel and unjust and selfish? She was a hypocrite and a liar and I wanted her to love me, not ignore me. Why did she act like that? Why couldn't she just let me do what I wanted? Was I her child?
"You're not my mother!" I screamed up the stairs.
"Perhaps I should be." Angela's voice startled, me even though I'd sensed her coming. She was carrying the tray I'd asked Petra to prepare, with food and ointments and warm damp towels to wash Audrey's back.
She turned on the light and came down the stairs slowly and Audrey watched us both, huddled now a few feet away, hugging her knees to her breasts and shivering beneath her blanket.
"It's alright..." I told her gently. "Shhh...You're safe now, come here. Let me kiss you, Audrey. Come to me now..."
And it was so easy like that. Her expression changed, her body relaxed noticeably and her eyes softened. Trust filled her and she did come to me so that I could feed her. She was under the spell and perhaps inside her someplace she knew it, and resented me for it, but I couldn't know. And outwardly she gave no sign of it. She was my friend now, my lover and she forgave me all of my earlier sins.
Angela watched as I spooned soup into Audrey's mouth, held a cup of warm milk to her lips and kissed them after she'd finished. I tended to her back carefully, soothing her and wiping away the blood so I could spread a healing ointment on the long welts and cuts my whip had left upon her flesh.
I made love to her as well, kissing the girl and watching Angela watch us, wanting her to feel jealous as I used my mouth and fingers on Audrey's soft pink cunt. I brought her to climax easily and repeatedly, so that Audrey's soft moans and passion filled cries echoed in the cellar around us. It was good for her, a real reward as I released the girl's mind in the middle of it, letting her experience the pleasure completely. I even forgot Angela briefly as I had my own small orgasm beneath Audrey's soft tongue.
And I bit her, piercing the soft interior of Audrey's sex with my teeth so that her cunt filled with her rich sweet blood. I drank it from her, Audrey's life mixed with her orgasms as she climaxed repeatedly while I fed. It was my favorite thing and I hoped to punish Angela with it. I sucked the girl for several long minutes, almost too long as I could feel her heart racing, but weakening as well. The flesh becoming starved of blood, the muscle protesting its labors, and only reluctantly did I pull away, gasping with pleasure as I blinked rapidly, trying to regain my senses.
"I'm sorry," Angela told me.
We were in our bed and the sun was coming up. Petra would watch over us and Audrey was exhausted and lacking blood. She was sleeping in the cellar peacefully and would remain so for much of the day.
"Yeah," I nodded. "Me too."
I knew what it was, and so did Angela. I wasn't old enough for this. I was fifteen, that's all. I was independent, and mature in some ways, but not like this. I was still a child in many respects and we forgot that sometimes. Especially me and I got angry fast when something reminded me of that fact. I'd thrown a tantrum, really, that's what it had been, and I'd come close to killing Audrey because of it. And that didn't make it any better. It wasnt a reason.
"I have a lot to learn, don't I?" I said softly, not really asking a question.
"If you know that much, you're already ahead of the game," Angela smiled at me in the dark and she was holding me. Her hand was on my breast and her leg moved between mine, so that she could rub her thigh against my sex.
"I feel lost," I admitted.
"I know." Angela kissed me, softly at first. "We all feel like that sometimes." Then she kissed me deeper, opening my mouth with her tongue so I could suck on it gently.
"Do you want to cum?" I asked her, grinding myself against her leg as I felt my sex growing damp.
"No," she sighed softly. "Let me make it good for you, and then we'll sleep."