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-[ Feed The Night ]-
Brother Cadfael
Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com
Section B:
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. Jezebel 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.
"Jezebel! 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?"
"Jezzy, 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."
Jezebel 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."
Jezebel 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. Jezebel 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 Andi and sleep...
Jezebel 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 Andi.
"I have to give you this, sweet heart. It should help you." She was
not sure if Andi 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."
Jezebel sighed and placed her purse and the vial next to the
nightstand, on the floor. Jezebel 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. Jezebel 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 Andi'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
Andi's body. Her arms wrapped around the lithe beauty and her body
scooted close, to press as much of her own flesh against Andi's as she
could. Andi's cool skin felt nice to Jezebel and cooled her off. And
the heat from Jezebel's body might help Andi.
Cradling Andi in her arms, Jezebel 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.
Jezebel 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 Jezebel, still deeply
asleep. Beneath her? She saw where she was. Jezebel was between
Andi'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 Andi. Andi's breasts shook softly back and
forth with the incessant motion between her legs. And the scream.
Jezebel realized it was of her own voice, as an orgasm came upon her
in a surprising wave of ecstasy.
Jezebel 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 Andi. 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 Andi 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 Andi. 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 Andi... Andi,
she needed.
Jezebel shivered and a tiny aftershock flew down her spine while
another warmed her belly. She prayed that Andi 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. Jezebel
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 Andi'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. Jezebel 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 Andi lay flat on her stomach, fingers parting Jezebel's lips and
her tongue caressing her clit. Jezebel opened her mouth to speak, but
Andi's talented tongue only permitted a weak gasp and a sigh to come
from Jezebel. She squeezed her legs around Andi'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 Jezebel contemplate the
surprising length and dexterity of Andi's tongue. Her body convulsed
and she involuntarily shook, writhing beneath Andi and bucking her
hips.
Andi pulled her body from between Jezebel's legs and came up to kiss
her lips once. Jezebel 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.
Andi 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."
Jezebel moved her lips, but she still could not make sense enough to
push the words out.
Andi 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."
Jezebel 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," Jezebel
said. Only after the words came out did she realize how true they
were.
"Fuck me," Andi whispered, kissing Jezebel again. She traced her
index finger from Jezebel's cheek, along her chin, down her neck,
slowly between her breasts, and down her stomach. Jezebel's eyes
closed and she bit her lip.
Jezebel whispered, "Say that word again."
"Fuck."
Jezebel shivered. Fuck sounded like the chorus of a heavenly hymn
from Andi's lips. "I'm glad that you're well, Andi. 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..." Andi leaned over to kiss
her again. Jezebel moved away for a moment, to an obviously agitated
Andi.
"Wait a minute," Jezebel 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," Andi said, retreating from her sexual dominance.
"Do you know why you were out for so long? It was my fault. I..."
Jezebel took a breath and swallowed before attempting to continue.
She touched her hand to the still visible bite mark on Andi's neck.
Andi caught Jezebel's hand and pressed her own over it, letting
Jezebel's palm lie flat over the wound.
"It's alright, Jezebel. I know what you are."
Jezebel'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, Jezebel. 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," Jezebel whispered again. Andi 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..."
Jezebel looked at her, curious.
"Fuck..." Andi whispered, kissing the full lips of her Sire. She felt
the soft rhythm of Jezebel's gyrating body below. Her clit rubbed
against hers. Her skin melted against Jezebel's.
Jezebel's hands reached for Andi's and clasped them. She turned her
arms upward, resting on their elbows; offering support for Andi as she
gave herself to Jezebel again. Soft folds of skin titillated the soft
lower lips of the other. Their moisture mixed. The insides of
Jezebel's thighs lit fires against the friction of rubbing against the
outsides of Andi'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.
Andi took her right hand from Jezebel's left hand, resting much of her
weight on her other. Andi drew her hand quickly across her own breast
and Jezebel's face showed a brief confusion when Andi removed her hand
to reveal a thin, deep slice beneath her right aureole. Blood spilled
from it. Andi leaned forward and offered the breast to Jezebel's
willing lips.
Andi felt Jezebel'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 Jezebel's hair tightly
to one side. Her toes curled and her eyes clenched tightly.
Against the blackness of her eyelids, Andi saw a man of large build.
He removed his glasses to reveal the blackest eyes she had ever
seen...
--Through My Eyes--
A month had passed since Jezebel and Andi met. A month since Andi had
been bitten and brought into the life of the undead. Andi had come to
view Jezebel as a mentor, mother, and lover. In turn, Jezebel
regarded Andi 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, Andi was tortured by
nightmares. Jezebel slept well, but worried greatly for her lover.
She would cradle her in her arms and assure Andi that all was right.
But the fear and sickness in her eyes frightened Jezebel. She would
speak to Andi 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 Andi was lying, but did not
press her on that aspect. Still wondered why Andi would hide anything
from her.
Jezebel looked up as Andi entered the room and drew the drapes closed,
forcing the rising sun from the apartment.
"Hello, angel," Jezebel said.
Andi came to the bed. She kissed Jezebel. "Hello, yourself."
Andi started to pull away, but Jezebel's arms wrapped around her back
and stopped her. Jezebel pulled her down until Andi came to a
straddling position above her.
"Stop fidgeting with the curtains and doors and come to bed," Jezebel
said. She didn't have to repeat herself. Andi turned out the lights
and it was nearly dark inside. Jezebel reached between Andi's legs
and slid her middle finger into her pussy, up to the knuckle. Andi
squirmed and fell to her side, willing Jezebel 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..."
Andi slipped her index finger into her own pussy and pulled it out,
glistening and shining in the faint light. She pressed it to
Jezebel's lips and watched as it was happily taken in to her mouth.
"I know that you know what this feels like, Andi... 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..."
Andi nodded, breathlessly whispering agreement.
Jezebel pushed Andi 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 Andi'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 Andi'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.
Andi shuddered and her hands quickly grabbed Jezebel's, holding it
against her pussy, and guiding her fingers into Andi. She held
Jezebel's hand still and humped her hips upward, onto the long,
artistic digits.
Andi 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, Jezzy-- God don't you dare stop!" She cried.
And Jezebel didn't. She continued her ministrations. She eased a
second and a third finger in. A fourth was soon to join them when
Andi'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 Andi'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," Andi whispered, "More Jezzy, I want you inside of me."
"No, child-- I'll hurt you. I don't want it to hurt, sweet," Jezebel
argued.
"I don't care. Let it hurt. Please, Jezebel. 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..."
Jezebel gathered herself and knelt on her hands. She took hold of her
wrist with her other hand and forced her entire right hand into Andi'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 Andi.
Jezebel 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 Andi. It was
spectacular.
"Does this feel well, Andi?" She asked, hoping that she had indeed
found enjoyment in this, as it was she that had insisted.
Andi 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. Jezebel's hand began to twist in semi-circular
motions. This sent Andi over the edge and her body entered the most
intense orgasm she could recall. She screamed, loud enough to hurt
Jezebel'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 Jezebel 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.
Andi passed out.
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-[ Feed The Night ]-
Brother Cadfael
Section B
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