A Female Vampire Part 4

"Perhaps you should be, more often." She smiled back at him, her mind searching his, reading nothing but satisfaction. "Have you fed tonight?"

Melody smiled, thinking back at the remains of the man from the casino.

"No, not tonight," she said, shaking her head.

"Well then, we shall feed together." Melody raised her eyebrow as she pondered upon this prospect. She had never hunted with another vampire before.

Moments later Melody found herself speeding through the air following Eric's form ahead of her. The wind whistled past, the light breeze almost fighting their deadened flying forms. He was faster than she was, this she observed easily, but with effort she was able to stay close. The city lights sped underneath them until the growth of trees grew thicker and Eric disappeared into the vast foliage.

Melody landed lightly behind him, crouching on the lush park gra.s.s. Her fingertips were wet against the ground as the grounds had apparently been watered by sprinklers a short time before. The night was thick with darkness, the green gra.s.s only hinting at its true color under the few park lights set amongst the stone paths. Eric darted towards a small brick bridge with quickness that blurred his image, and as quietly as a leaf falling through the air in the midst of winter.

Only a small gurgling sound emerged from the bridge. Without acute hearing few would notice the sound, much less recognize where it emerged from.

Melody raced forward, dashing behind a tree beside the underside of the bridge where Eric held his prey, drowning in its own blood. Eric held the man's head up to his own, drinking deeply. The man's throat was punctured just above his voice box, his blood spilling into his own throat. The gurgling sound was from his drowning in his own fluids. Eric's eyes glowed as he hissed in annoyance of the man's noise and bit deeper into the man's neck. The sounds of breaking tendons emerged. The man grew still, his eyes glossed over. Melody licked her lips, she could smell the fresh blood calling to her own. She breathed deeply, taking in the smell of it, savoring it. Another smell came to her nostrils and her ears suddenly tuned to the movement in the gra.s.s only yards from them.

Melody lowered, crouching down behind the tree watching a second b.u.m walk drunkenly towards the bridge, calling for his friend who did not answer. He stumbled, holding a near empty bottle of liquor in a crumpled paper bag. It spilled slightly against his soiled clothes. Melody wrinkled her nose in disgust. She rarely went after the 'rats' of the stock, when there were much more healthy stock to choose from.

She looked back towards the bridge and Eric was gone. The man's body, his victim, laid motionless against the underside of the bridge. He almost looked as if he were sleeping. Almost, except for the gash in his neck. Melody lifted her head, listening, smelling, her mind searching for Eric's location.

"Melody." he whispered into her ear. Eric stood directly next to her holding a young woman by the throat, his grip blocking her airway. With a smile at the woman's struggle, Eric looked into Melody's eyes. Their eyes met as if falling into each other's souls. With a wisp of movement they were gone, through the air, the woman's throat already pierced by Melody's fangs. The woman's arms flailed around her in resistance, her skin turning nearly as pale as Melody's from the shock. They rose through the air, finally landing on a rooftop of a highrise building. The black tar of the roof crumbed under their feet. The woman's eyes rolled back into her head as she breathed her last breaths, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, a small drop streaming down her cheek to her chin.

Melody threw her head back from her dying victim, savoring the taste, feeling the blood mix with her own, filling her empty veins with life. The precious life, caused her to never grow old, or sick, and healed all wounds as if they never existed. Eric pressed Melody against one of the ventilation columns, the body of the woman slipping to the floor with a slight thud. He kissed her deeply, pressing his lips to hers, the taste of their victims' blood intermixing on their tongues.

Their skin took on a tinge of color. Eric pressed Melody's body up from the ground, holding her against the column, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. She pulled him closer, her dress rising up around her hips. Eric leaned down and pierced her breast with his fangs, briefly tasting her newly refreshed blood.

Melody gasped and closed her eyes. The pain was so sharp and stinging, but then ever so warm and comforting. Melody swore she was caught in a swoon as he kissed her new wound. It closing before his eyes. Her breast was only stained by a single escaping drop: the elixir, the fountain of life for the undead.

Eric ran his fingernail down her front; the fabric of her dress began to tear and he easily tore it from her body, letting it fall to the ground. He kissed her neck pa.s.sionately, his c.o.c.k finding her entrance willing, wet, and full of desire.

Her hips bucked against him, a moan escaping her lips as he thrust into her.

Her eyes fell down upon her dead victim at their feet, the woman's eyes staring up at her, empty and vacant, blue lips almost pretty against her blonde hair. Melody's eyes rolled up in pleasure, Eric's thrusts hard and full. Her body moved with his in romantic rhythm, her body arching, her voice moaning as her wetness covered him. He pressed her harder with each thrust. Melody pressed her cheek to his as she gasped for air; his own breath was coming in deep hisses. Her body tightened around his, clamping his hips against her, moving her body against his in rhythm.

She arched her back once more and took in a deep breath as the ripples of o.r.g.a.s.m traced through her body. Eric thrust his fangs deep into her neck, the pain striking the pleasure just as a black smith's hammer strikes a piece of molten metal on an anvil. Melody's scream was m.u.f.fled, but her body continued to spasm.

Colors streamed before her eyes as if the world had exploded into a brilliant rainbow star. Suddenly, it was all black for a moment; Eric gently lowered her to the ground, cradling her in his arms as her consciousness returned. Melody looked up into his eyes, moaning softly.

"Who are you, Eric Mikel?" she whispered. Eric looked down at her and touched her cheek with his fingertips.

"Someone who you'll be with forever." he replied, smiling.

Chapter 7 - Exile

Night ended as dawn's first finger strokes of light glimmered upon the horizon.

Melody watched the light streak across the clouds above her as she stood upon the building's roof edge. Eric's strong arms held her steady in the gusts of wind.

Melody amazed at his strength. His body was as rigid as steel, but his skin was soft and pliable like her own. She wondered what he had been like in mortality.

How had he become a vampire? Was he truly as old as she thought he might be?

Eric bent his head close to her ear; she could feel his steady breath against her neck.

"Have you ever had the thought, while standing here, watching the light come over the world, of just remaining. Of just watching it rise and taking your soul into oblivion?" he whispered. Melody shuddered, her eyes growing wide at the thought that he just might be strong enough to hold her there, taking her with him in a final suicidal gesture.

"No, never," she said, shaking her head. He opened his arms from around her and she turned around placing her arms around his waist. "Do you?"

He touched her cheek with the back of his hand gently, feeling the softness of her skin.

"Sometimes," he admitted. "But now you are here."

"Does that make things so different?" He nodded.

"For me, yes." His eyes almost looked sad as he said this, looking towards the light against the clouds, the horizon turning pink and then a yellow announcing the sun's arrival. Melody smiled softly, feeling the sadness in the revelation and kissed him gently. He smiled down at her and took her hand leading her down the stairwell to his lair some floors below.

The room looked just as dark during the day as it had the night before.

The candles melted down long ago leaving only the scent of their fragranced wax. Eric undressed and lay down in his bed watching Melody slip from his jacket, which he had wrapped around her shoulders for their trip up to the rooftop. The jacket fell to the floor and she slipped between the sheets, her nude milk-white body cuddled up against his. His arm was around her, cradling her almost protectively. The sun rose, and sleep took them.

It was the sharp pain of fingernails ripping flesh that woke Melody. She gasped and flinched as the nails ripped her flesh into fine strips. She opened her eyes and Eric slept soundly beside her, his breath even and deep. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness once again and Lisa's face looked down upon her. Her teeth had formed fangs, and her blonde hair almost seemed crimson in the darkness.

"He's mine! You never wanted him. He came for me, not for you!" Lisa hissed. She swung her hand towards Melody's face, her eyes glowing a deep red.

Melody threw up her hands, blocking Lisa's clawed nails, jerking herself awake. Lisa was not there. Melody gasped for air, her body wet from sweat.

She touched her shoulder where she had been wounded, and the skin was perfect, without flaw. She had not been hurt. She turned to listen for Eric's breathing, expecting his form beside her; peacefully sleeping. He was not there.

Melody could tell the time of day just by the way her skin crawled at the thought of the outside world. It was still morning, not even noon yet.

Melody slipped from the bed and pulled Eric's jacket back around her. It was nearly as long as some of her short dresses and covered her well. She listened for sounds of movement, but she heard nothing but the purring motor of the elevator at the end of the room.

She walked to the elevator and reached to turn the key to activate it for her floor. It was then that she noticed a light very dimly illuminating the floor at her feet. She followed the light to the far wall where a door stood nearly closed.

She closed the door silently behind her as she walked down the semi-dark hallway towards the artificial light spilling from behind another door, which stood open. She slowed her pace when she heard the sounds of women giggling and laughing. Melody tightened the jacket around her as she stepped out from the hallway onto a platform, which circled above an open room filled with soft fabric couches. Most were empty, but in the far corner of the room below a group of three women sat with a man. Two of the women had red hair; the third woman was blonde. The women moved their hands over his body, each seeming to take a territory of his body. A red-haired woman flanked each side of his chest, their hands moving up and down his arms and cheek. One circled her fingertips around his nipples underneath his untucked shirt. The blonde woman unzipped his pants as another ripped open his shirt, the b.u.t.tons flying, the fabric tearing.

The man let out a gasp and then a smile as he was kissed and caressed, his clothes being removed almost forcibly by the women's pa.s.sions.

One woman kissed him as another licked at his chest and nipples, running her hand down his thigh. The blonde woman took his hardening d.i.c.k into her mouth, and he moaned louder. She moved her mouth up and down, sucking with each stroke upwards. Melody could hear the sound of it. His c.o.c.k hardened and the blonde woman sat back, wiping her chin and smiling. One of the redhaired women purred, watching the hardened c.o.c.k. She straddled him, sliding it deep inside her. She moaned in pleasure, moving in a fast rhythm. He grimaced and hissed between his teeth in pa.s.sion. He wasn't going to last long. He gripped her a.s.s with his hands and slammed her down onto his d.i.c.k in fast strokes. The woman riding him leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Melody watched, knowing what was to come. He spasmed in o.r.g.a.s.m, pulsing his pelvis against her. A small line of blood trickled from the side of the man's mouth as the woman held his head in her hands firmly, still kissing him, his eyes wide, no longer moaning. The second woman bit into his chest, the tear seeping blood over his chest to her waiting mouth. The blonde woman bit into his thigh, sucking eagerly, holding him down. He was not strong enough to escape even one of them, much less three.

The smell of blood reached Melody's sensitive nostrils; she breathed in deeply enjoying the scent. She could feel his resistance, his thoughts racing for a possibility of escape. His adrenalin raced through his veins. The women feasted upon him; almost slipping into a drugged state from the chemicals in his blood.

His eyes finally rolled up into his head, shock taking hold of him, and his body gave up all resistance. The women continued to feed upon him, finally licking their lips at the very end, careful not to waste a drop of the precious drugged blood.

"Now don't you feel better?" Eric's voice asked the women. He was below the platform Melody stood on, sitting on one of the couches she could not see.

He had been watching them. The women smiled as they looked towards him and answered "yes". The blonde woman turned around as he stood up and approached, kissing him deeply and pa.s.sionately as if she were a lover. He smiled at her, taking her into his arms. Melody stepped back a step. The blonde woman was Lisa, complete with fangs.

"Yes, so much better." Lisa replied, smiling. The other two women drew closer, caressing his arms, admiring him as their vampire sire and G.o.d. He was their maker. Lisa glanced up at the platform, her eyes narrowing as she saw a glimpse of Melody's figure dashing through the hallway door as quietly as a mouse may scamper through an abandoned building.

Melody's mind raced as she entered the bedroom once again, closing the door behind her and switching the lock closed. She knew such a lock wouldn't hold back such creatures as herself, but every second would count if she were to escape.

She turned the key to the elevator, activating it, and dashed down the stairs.

Each floor flashed past her. High above she could hear the bell of the elevator arriving at its destination, and of the lock breaking on the door. The door to the stairwell closed at that moment and she couldn't hear the sounds of the room any longer. She was near the bottom; level twelve flashed past her and she raced through open level eleven's doors, running down the hallway. At the end she could see a secretary at her desk through gla.s.s-lined walls. Sunlight was pouring into the windows of the office.

"s.h.i.t!" Melody exclaimed under her breath, her eyes darting back and forth, reading the labels of the doors lining the hall. She easily broke the lock on the janitor closet for the floor by twisting the k.n.o.b a bit too hard. She huddled inside in the darkness, the illumination of the lights shining underneath the door.

Melody's eyes adjusted to the darkness. She picked up a pair of navy blue overalls stained with paint around the ankles. She nearly had it completely on when she heard a creak above her. Melody reached for the doork.n.o.b but the tiles of the ceiling above her pounded down upon her, knocking her back against a mop drying in a bucket. Lisa was on her before she could react, pinning her against the wall. White dust filled the air from the broken sheetrock as Lisa drew closer, their lips almost touching.

"He's mine, Melody, you shouldn't have come here." Her eyes glowed as she smiled and exposed her fangs. Lisa stroked her fingernail across Melody's bare chest. The zipper had not quite made it all the way up, and the nail cut her flesh.

A drop of blood stained the underside of her fingernail. She licked it off and smiled. "I'm going to enjoy killing you." Lisa took a handful of Melody's hair to hold her and moved her mouth to her neck as she would any other victim.

"I don't think so, b.i.t.c.h!" Melody hissed, pulling the mop from behind her and impaling it through Lisa's chest. The near-black blood stained the wood that pierced her heart. Melody raised the mop with one hand, driving it deeper into Lisa's chest, raising her up above her. Lisa howled in pain and terror. "What a short life for you, just when you thought you had it all." Melody hissed, dropping her to the floor. The mop handle broke in two, the dull end driving even further through Lisa's body, pushing the skin up from her back. Melody zipped up the overalls, and looked down at the whimpering, dying vampire. "Oh, and by the way, he 'invited' me!" Lisa growled as blood seeped from her body, and Melody dashed out into the hallway. People were already emerging from their offices because of Lisa's scream.

Melody didn't have much time, and ran down the stairwell again, pa.s.sing the first floor to the bas.e.m.e.nt. The bas.e.m.e.nt exit led to an alley. The outside door flew open and the flash of the sunlit outside world struck Melody like a twoton truck. She pressed against the wall, a sliver of shade all that protected her from death. Her thoughts raced again, she could feel "them" coming, crawling through the vents, the elevator shaft. Where was Eric? Ah, there he was, in his lair. He knew where she was, he sensed her. They all could sense her. What to choose between, death by the fire of the sun, or to face the vampire family which she had already destroyed one member of.

The roar of a motorcycle's engine filled the alleyway. A black sports bike pulled up beside her just as she heard a vampire enter the bas.e.m.e.nt exit way.

Melody grabbed a sc.r.a.p of wood and jammed it under the door. It wouldn't hold them back long. The rider of the bike lifted his black visor and handed her a helmet like his own and a pair of gloves.

"Hurry, there's not much time!" Daniel said. Melody only glanced at him.

The choice was clear. She strapped on the helmet and gloves and got on the bike behind him. The door smashed open just as they roared off into the sunlight.

Melody couldn't discern between the sound of the bike or the screams of the vampire as it burned, bursting into flames from following them into the sunlight.

The wind pushed back a sleeve from her wrist for only a split second and she winced in pain as the sunlight burnt her skin. She quickly covered her wound and held it protectively against her.

Where they were going she didn't know, or how Daniel had found her.

They drove for hours until they were deep into the mountains, far from the signs of civilization. They stopped at an unmarked rest stop. They both got off the bike and Daniel took off his helmet. The sunlight was reaching him through the leaves of the many trees making his blonde hair shimmer. Melody smiled under her darkened visor, thinking how beautiful he looked in the sunlight. Almost like an angel, her angel, and the one who had saved her from death.

Melody looked around. Two grave headstones marked the entrance to the rest stop. Behind them in the woods lay a one-room open cabin. One wall had been completely removed."I figure you can rest in there 'till night." Daniel said, nodding towards it.

Melody nodded. She stepped inside the cabin; leaves had gathered in the corners from the wind of seasons past.

Daniel laid his helmet upon the seat of his bike, and sat down against the corner of the cabin. It would be hours before the sun would set. He closed his eyes for only a moment when he heard a rustle of leaves beside him. Darkness surrounded him and the moon's sliver of light shone down upon him. Mist covered the ground so thickly that he could not see the road beyond the trees.

Another rustle of leaves came from the trees beside him. He was not alone.

Something was out there. His eyes tried to adjust to the darkness as he stepped into the doorway of the cabin. He looked for her sleeping figure, but it was barren. With a gasp of air from his lungs her eyes met his from the trees. She smiled, her crimson lips parted and showing her ivory white vampire fangs.

A hand shook him awake. The sun was just setting, its rays no longer reaching the cabin or the place he had sat down to keep watch at. He looked over to the hand and she smiled softly at him, her blue eyes shimmering softly.

"Are you alright?" Melody asked, standing and backing away a step into the cabin, glancing at the rays of light in the rose-colored sunset. He nodded and stood up, looking around. He could see the road through the trees. He had been dreaming.

"Did you sleep well?" he stammered, not looking at her directly. She smiled slightly, as if amused by the question.

"Yes, it was much needed rest. Thank you." She paused, as if searching for words. "I must know, Daniel."

"Know what?"

"Why you saved me?" Her eyes seemed to glow blue at the moment, as if insisting something not known to him. Or maybe it was known to him. She wanted him to tell her, but his mind flickered the answer to her faster than he could ever say in words.

Hunters, traveling from city to city, trapped her kind, killing them, and destroying them. Entire groups; entire vampire families. He was one of them.

Flashes of memory crossed his mind; their dark blood staining his hands. And then, then the vision of her. He had found her. Him alone. They worked like that.

Scouted out a vampire and tracking it to its home only to join forces later and destroying it. That's why he worked as a limo driver. He had found several that way. He had watched her several nights, but something about her disturbed him.

Something about her haunted him. He would dream of her every night; he could not sleep. He would wake to her in his bed, and then she was gone, never really there. He had left the group then. They traveled on without him. He never could give them a good reason why.

"I don't know," he replied honestly. She stepped closer and touched his cheek softly with the palm of her hand, her velvet touch. He took her into his arms, kissing her deeply, not able to stand a moment longer away from her tender touch.

They sealed together as only lovers can. Always touching, always kissing, always caressing, they melted within each other. She moved towards the motorcycle, stripping off her clothes; pulling him with her tenderly. He straddled the motorcycle as she faced him, sitting on the gas tank facing him. Kissing him, she unzipped his pants and freed his c.o.c.k. She stroked it with her fingertips, his sticky pre-c.u.m lubricating it. She purred, kissing him even more deeply. Her hands and fingers were so skilled, he thought he was already going to explode when he felt her wet warmness envelope him, devouring him whole. He moaned, arching his back; her arms wrapped around him, kissing his chest and neck as she pumped against him. Daniel held his pa.s.sion, enjoying her warmth, her safety, and her fire. He looked up into her eyes as she looked down at him, pumping up and down his shaft just by the muscles in her legs. She looked like an angel, only missing her black feathered wings. Her white smooth skin was almost like limestone marble against the black of the coming night. She stroked him harder, impaling herself upon him, stroking his pa.s.sion, devouring his lips as if they were food from G.o.ds and she would become immortal from them. His hands cupped her a.s.s, his fingers like animal claws clinging to her flesh and slamming her fragile body up and down upon his exploding c.o.c.k. She screamed in o.r.g.a.s.m throwing her head back as he hissed and held her against him, his c.u.m filling her.

It seemed only a flash, if it had happened at all, but in that moment, he opened his eyes and her fangs had shown, her eyes glowing red, his skin pierced. It was all done before his o.r.g.a.s.m had ended, and they trembled together, holding each other. She licked her lips and smiled a satisfied smile.

"I want to be with you," He whispered, still catching his breath. She sat up, still impaled on his softening c.o.c.k, the smell of s.e.x surrounding them. Her blue eyes softened at him, and she stroked his hair between her fingers.

"Soon, my love, soon."

Chapter 8 - A Good Death

Melody looked up at the darkened sky. Night's blanket of darkness had taken over the setting sun. The brilliant stars outside, away from the city lights, almost seemed too bright here, lighting the ground around her. Her vampire sight used the illumination as well as if it had been daylight.

"You must go back to the city," she said, looking at Daniel.

"Its dark now, they will be looking for us." Melody paused, contemplating her plan. Her mind reached inside of his for the information she needed. His home, a small one bedroom house was not far from her own. He had it rigged up where he could defend himself well against creatures such as herself for an entire night if necessary. Weapons, holy water, and home-made explosive chemicals. Some were very old; he had let his supplies slack since he started following her.

"You must go to my apartment. Inside the closet is a suitcase. It holds a great deal of money. Try to get my cat too, though she'll probably try to hide from you."