Midnight Reply
She had managed to get only halfway to the door when he grabbed her, not from the back, but from the front. It was then that she noticed his dark, soulful eyes. They were menacing, yet showed desire and caring. At times she thought they glowed yellow like those of an animal, but she knew that had to be her imagination.
With the strength of several men, he had picked her up and shoved her against the wall. While holding her pinned to the wall with one hand, he ripped the white, cotton pajamas with pink flowers from her. Chill-bumps rose on her bare flesh as fear gripped her heart. Sally had heard tales of women being raped, but thought it would never happen to her.
Somewhere she found the strength to whimper the words, “Please don’t rape me.”
The man stopped what he was doing and stared at her. The girl felt even more fear, thinking her words had angered the man, yet her heart hoped he had heeded her plea. He said, “Is this not what you desire?”
Sally looked at the man’s eyes as they changed from those of dark void to the glowing yellow she thought she had seen earlier. She begged pleadingly, “Please don’t hurt me. If you leave I won’t ever tell anyone what happened here, tonight.”
The glow of the streetlight that drifted through the window cast the man’s face in pale light, giving him a ghostly appearance. What she saw confused her. He had a confused look on his face. He said, “You invited me here. You sought me out.”
It was clear to Sally that the man was insane. She said, trying to not anger him, “You must be mistaken, I never invited you here. Maybe you have confused me with someone else.”
With his massive strength he continued to hold her naked form suspended against the wall. With a single hand he pulled a paper from his pocket, it was a computer print out. He read from the paper, “Single female seeking vampire: I will wait for you in my bed. Come when ready.”
The girl gasped and knew the man was insane. She had posted the ad in support of her fantasy. The romantic allure of vampirism had always been her favorite fantasy. She had often dreamed that one would come in the night, take her sexually, and then turn her into one of the undead. This man, a lunatic, had somehow taken this as an invitation to fulfill his own fantasy. At the time, the ad had been for laughs, now it appeared to be a death sentence. Sally said, “There's no such thing as vampires, the ad was only a joke. Please leave.”
The man laughed and said, “You think we don’t exist do you?”
She nodded.
He asked, “Do you think a mortal man could so easily hold you here as I do?”
“Its possible, I guess,” she replied.
“How do you think I got into this room?” He asked.
Sally looked around the room and saw the door was still closed, and could see the bolt latch still engaged. The year before there had been a rash of robberies so she installed the bolt latch for precaution. The only obvious way in the room was through the open window, but that was impossible, she as on the second floor.
He said, “Look into my eyes and tell me that I am not what you seek.”
His eyes were dark again, the glowing yellow pushed back to the corner of her mind from where imaginations rise. The fear of assault passed and she felt another emotion rise, the one of desire. She couldn’t believe she was beginning to desire the man that had broke into her house and was going to rape, and possibly, kill her.
“Draco is my name,” he whispered as he kissed her neck.
Sally inhaled deeply as the electrified kiss sent charges throughout her body. She didn’t know if it was the man, or the craziness of what was happening, but she desired this man. He was right; this was her most treasured fantasy… the one she rarely shared with others. A part of her screamed to be released while another part begged for him to take her as he had in her dreams.
Fear became lost in the passion and she kissed the strange man that had invaded her life. She whispered, “I want you.”
His large, throbbing manhood entered her, filling her, nearly, to the point she thought she would rip apart. Sally didn’t know how the cock came free of the man’s trousers, nor did she care. The only thing she did care about was that she needed him.
The power of the man amplified every sexual feeling she had ever experienced. Her insides were on fire as he filled her with the length of his engorged cock. “Ohhhh gawd, yes,” she screamed
Draco kissed her on the lips and then kissed down her chin and to the throat. He said, “I am going to fulfill your long life desire.”
Sally winced as she felt the prick in the side of her neck. She didn’t care if the pain was from fangs, or by some trick, it pushed her over the edge and she exploded in an Earth shattering orgasm. His orgasm followed close behind, filling her with burning coals. Her screams changed from those of ecstasy, to those of pain. She began to claw at him, trying to push him away from her.
The prick she had felt on her neck began to burn as much as the seed he had deposited inside her pussy. It was at this moment that she knew he was a vampire. Her fantasy had come true. She knew that death was upon her and welcomed it.
The searing pain slowly changed to cold as he sucked the blood from her. She looked at the man through blurred eyes and thought she felt something akin to love, although she knew it was much more. She knew she belonged to him, she was owned by the vampire. She whispered weakly, “Will you love me for eternity?”
He never stopped sucking, but she heard his voice as clear as if he had spoken it aloud, “I love all my children.”
Those were the last words she heard until she awakened, alone, in the darkness. Her hands felt the soft satin that seemed to encase her naked body. Her hands moved around in the darkness searching for her nocturnal lover, but he was nowhere near. Sally thought, “If that wasn’t a dream and I am really a vampire, I should be able to see in the dark.”
At that thought the world became ablaze with light. She screamed as she recognized her surroundings, the insides of a casket. Fearfully, she pushed at the lid, but it wouldn’t move. Then memories began to come back to her. It was as if it were a dream, but now she knew they were true. Sally remembered the police coming to her apartment. There was an investigation, a coroner that had pronounced her dead. She remembered screaming that she was alive, but no one seemed to hear.
Sally fought desperately at the closed lid of the casket and screamed, “I’m alive, dammit, open up.”
She lay quietly listening, but heard no external sounds. That’s when she noticed there were no sounds, not even the familiar sound of her own heartbeat. The girl laid her hand on her chest and felt for the vibration of her thumping heart, but there was none.
Her mind reeled backwards to the returning memory of her funeral; the crying of her loved ones. She cried in despair. What had been the most strange and wondrous dream, had turned into a nightmare. The dirt, her mind could still hear it as it cascaded softly on top of the casket. Sally had been buried alive, or even worse, she was undead and wasn’t sure how long she might live in the confines of the casket.
Sally began to tear savagely at the top of the casket, partly in rage, partly in hopes that her new powers might allow her to escape. Even with the strength of a vampire, she did little damage to the hardwood casket.
Thankful, that her new-found abilities allowed her to see in the dark she thought about the heavenly experience that night with the man that called himself Draco. It had been the greatest experience of her life. She hoped the price she paid for it wouldn’t be too high.
Her enhanced hearing heard a sound in the distance. She wasn’t sure what it might be. It could be only an animal burrowing its way though the soil. She lay silently in the musk-scented casket as she heard the sound grow slowly louder. Sally smiled as she recognize the sound; it was the sound of digging. Someone was coming for her.
Moments later, the lid of the casket peeled back and he was standing before her. With the moon and the stars as a backdrop, he loomed even larger and majestic than he had the night he took her. He said, “The world needed to know you were dead, that’s why you had to go through the process. No one will ever look for you. You are free to roam the night with me, your master and lover.”
Sally thought of being in his arms and she levitated slowly into the air, the frilly white burial gown resisting movement, being pulled downward by gravity, forming around her feminine shape. To fly was like nothing she had ever experienced. It was worth dying for, as was the man that reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Once in his arms they drifted upward into the night. Sally embraced him, as well as her new life.
The end