A Female Vampire Part 5

"Melody, you don't understand. They know I helped you. They will be out and coming for us both!" Melody's face took an unfamiliar look of distress as her thoughts travelled. Her mind found one of the red-haired vampire women's thoughts. She and the other female vampire were already on their way to her apartment. Of course they knew where she lived; Eric had sent his car for her.

They knew everything. The red-haired vampire hissed in her thoughts, warding Melody away and turning the search against her. She now knew exactly where Melody and Daniel stood in the forest.

"You're right, it's too late." The red-haired vampire was sending her images now, to torment her. They had arrived in a Jeep in front of her apartment. "We still need to split up. Go to your home and stay there. I don't know where it is exactly, and you'll be safe." Daniel almost looked in shock.

"I'm not leaving you now, we can fight them together. I know how."

"I know you do, but right now your vampire-slaying skills won't be of much use." Daniel suddenly went quiet.

"It will be easier for me to do this alone. Plus, I must feed."

"You can take from me." She smiled at this, looking at him with softened eyes. "After all, you've taken from me twice already." He wanted her to know he knew things that she didn't entirely intend for him to see.

"Ah no, my sweet. I must drink much more than you alone can give me.

I'll need it for what is to come."

"So you want me to leave you out here?"

"Don't worry, I'll find my..." Splintering wood of her apartment door filled her mind, the vampire girls forcing it in their hands. "...own way back." Daniel turned his back to her and put his helmet on. Straddling his bike again, he started it and kicked up the kickstand. He didn't even turn for a final glance at her as his bike screamed away through the forest.

Melody's vision of Chimise dashing under a bed was interrupted by a thunderous shot through the sky. Melody focused her hearing; the shot had come from nearby.

"Is it dead?" a man's voice asked, bending near the quivering deer. It was a young buck, its antlers not quite full grown. The older man bending over the animal nodded.

"Close enough," he answered, taking his knife from its sheath on his belt and cutting the animal's neck, the blood spilling out onto the leaves. A younger man behind him raised his rifle and howled a triumphant yell.

The three of them had been illegally hunting using lamps at night. They easily spotted the deer by their shining eyes in the lamp light. Not to mention that they didn't run, transfixed by the light.

A light fog drifted in around them, the night air's cool harshness letting it pa.s.s ever so freely. One of the men looked up at the sky; surprised he had not noticed the clouds coming in so soon to cover the stars.

"Lets get it back to the cabin, we've got what we came for." The oldest said, cutting the animal into pieces for easier carrying.

"Naw, we can get more. I'm sure I saw a few others." The youngest insisted, propping up his rifle on his shoulder and wandering away with one of the lamps.

"You do that and you have to carry it yourself! Dammit, James, its risky enough hunting like this, much less shooting several a night. Now you come back and help carry this one." James continued to walk into the forest, ignoring them. "Jim, I don't see how you can handle him, he's a fool, and he doesn't listen to anyone." Jim nodded.

"He's my cousin, what can I say. I had to bring him; my Aunt wouldn't take 'no' for an answer." The old one chuckled.

"I bet she just wanted clear of him for a week." Jim laughed.

"I'm sure you're right." They gathered up the pieces of deer leaving the head behind lying in its own blood. It's tongue was spilt out of its mouth, and its eyes were staring out into the fog filled darkness. A shot rang out from over the hill followed by some low grumbles and cussing that they really couldn't make out.

Jim laughed. "He missed that one."

"Dammit girl, you done nearly got yourself shot!" James replied, lifting his aimed gun up into the air. Melody licked her lips, peeking around a tree that bore a wound of a fresh bullet hole. "I thought you were a deer."

"Maybe I am," she whispered back, just loud enough for him to hear.

"You're what?" He stepped closer, his dusty blond hair ruffled with sweat, and a smear of deer blood across his left temple where he had scratched an itch after touching the dying animal. "A deer?" She simply smiled.

"Maybe." He stepped closer but she moved backwards into the darkness the shade of the tree provided her from the lamp. She could hear the other hunters, their steps echoing through the rustling leaves. They were far enough away.

"Hey, come out here. You shouldn't be walking around the forest alone.

Are ya' lost? Where's your flashlight?"

"Do I need a flashlight?" Her blue eyes sparkled at him, the light from the lamp reflecting oddly off of them. He wasn't sure how to answer, but held the lamp up to his side watching her peek at him from behind the tree. She moved almost hesitantly, her movements making him ever the more curious. Then, as if she had made up her mind, she moved around to the front of the tree, lifting her arms above her head, stretching, her nude body in perfect display for him.

"s.h.i.t, almighty," he cussed under his breath. She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around the tree behind her, thrusting her b.r.e.a.s.t.s forward. He put down his lamp, and his rifle beside it, stepping forward a few slow steps at a time; not really believing what he was seeing. She didn't move away, even when he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it eagerly. She moaned with delight, arching her back in pleasure. He reached down and unfastened his belt, making quick movements with his fingers to free his growing c.o.c.k.

"Yessssssss," she moaned, pressing against him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and neck as he slid his hard c.o.c.k into her wet, tight p.u.s.s.y.

She shuddered and moaned as he pressed her against the tree, thrusting into her harder with each movement. Melody wrapped her legs around his waist, holding herself up by leaning over him, holding his shoulders and head tenderly.

He was still young, and was having trouble holding her up. He picked her up and laid her down on the ground, thrusting even more deeply into her. She turned her head from side to side in pleasure, his movements growing more tense and strong. She knew he couldn't hold it much longer. "But I'm not a deer," she whispered into his ear, turning him over on his back and continuing his rhythm with her own, bringing him closer to o.r.g.a.s.m. She leaned close over him, her movements rubbing her hardened nipples across his chest. She could feel him tense under her. He wrapped his hands around her a.s.s to slam her down one more time before he spilled into her. But instead of her soft skin under his rough fingers, he felt soft fur. His eyes widened as her eyes glowed. "I'm a wolf." Her canine teeth punctured his neck as he screamed, and her strong wolf jaws closed down upon his windpipe m.u.f.fling his scream. He clawed at her, but his fingers simply met the resistant silky hair of her wolf mane as she twisted her head: letting her jaws break his neck. There was a simple 'click' of bone breaking and a simple silence afterwards. She licked at the wound, the blood pouring from it into her mouth, his heart pumping slower and slower with each dying beat.

Melody looked down and his c.o.c.k had pulsed c.u.m over his belly. She laughed to herself, becoming human again and wiping the blood from her chin.

How many men had wanted to die that way, making love to a woman, and how few would imagine this being their ending wish's result.

A rustling sounded in the leaves just behind her. She had let her attention wander while feeding.

"Stay right where you are." The click of a rifle's bolt sliding into place let her know the man meant business. She looked over her nude shoulder, blood still streaked across her cheek and hands. Jim's eyes got wider as he realized his cousin was dead. He glanced over James' body, pale and turning a lighter blue hue with each pa.s.sing moment. "G.o.d, what did you do?" Jim lifted the rifle up closer to his eye, setting her as his mark. Melody licked her lips of the blood remaining on them and turned slowly towards him. Jim stepped back a few steps.

"Stay right there I tell ya', don't come any closer."

She smiled a small calm smile and turned to face him, letting him take in the view of her nude body streaked with his cousin's blood. She crouched down laying her palms down between her spread legs, looking at him. She could feel his fear, his mind raced. He couldn't stop glancing at the dead body, and what was he to do with her? What was she? He knew what she was, but his mind wouldn't accept it. He looked at her again and she smiled, her eyes glowing red for a glimmer of a second, which made him blink and wonder if he was seeing things.

She growled lowly, at first so quiet it could not be heard but grew until her mouth opened and the screaming roar emerged. Her long fangs fully extended; her eyes glowed red again. He fired, but she was already on top of him. Her nails, or were they claws, were ripping his skin. Her mouth, that evil snapping long-toothed thing, was driving closer to his neck. His mind raced as he tried to fight her off, anything to be free of this...this 'thing' that had killed his cousin.

She was too strong; her teeth found his throat and ripped it open. His blood poured down his chest as he continued to try to fight this monster off. Every limb she had clutched and clawed at him, and he felt the warm blood, sticky on his shirt, matting it to his skin. Confusion grew as he felt his strength leave him with his blood and she clutched to him as desperately as a starving letch, sucking him dry. The last thoughts Melody read from him were his reactions to watching her lick the blood from his chest and then his eyes drooped closed. Shock took him and Melody gorged on his blood. The rifle bullet wound in her shoulder closed quickly as his blood pulsed through her veins. He had not missed, but it hadn't mattered.

"Two down, one to go." She stood up, leaving the two bloodless bodies behind. The cabin was just over the hill, far enough that the two men would have been safe if Jim had not gone searching for his cousin. She searched for the older man's thoughts as she neared the cabin, the fire in the fireplace crackling softly.

The man was dozing. He was older than the others, at least twice their ages. The door had been left unlocked and she twisted it in her hand, the k.n.o.b squeaking slightly. He sat, dreaming, next to the fire. Awaiting Jim to come back with his trouble-making cousin.

His forehead wrinkled as if upset while he dreamed, then he lapsed into comfort again. Melody searched his dream, and an old woman with long gray hair emerged, standing in what looked like the kitchen. Blood covered the front of the ragged long dress she wore; Melody could smell the blood on it. It was old, not fresh, but still moist even though years had pa.s.sed.

"You shouldn't be here." The woman turned towards Melody.

"What?"

"You shouldn't be here. He's mine you know. No one wants you; you shouldn't be here." The old woman turned and walked away into the next room, which seemed to instantly materialize.

Melody followed her and the woman set a tray of tea in front of the old man, though the man wasn't old then, he was younger. Perhaps it was the way he had remembered himself then.

"Drink your tea, dear."

"But I don't like tea, how many times do I have to tell you that?" he threw the tea to the floor, the pot shattering and spilling the tea across the hard wood floor.

"Now see what you've done, you've gone and spilt it. And my tea pot, you know that was a gift by your great grandmother, G.o.d rest her soul." The woman picked up a piece of the teapot and sliced it into her chest, bearing it inside, blood bubbling out over her chest with each piece she picked up and inserted.

The blood was old, dark and diseased.

With her fingers stained with blood, she took his hand. He looked at her with unfeeling eyes, as if she had always looked this way to him.

"Now come and help me pick up the pieces, help me pick up what you broke!"

His look became more distressed, as one of helplessness. Her fingers lengthened and curled around his wrist until he was tied to her through the flesh of her own fingers, pulling him from his chair. He fell to his knees, the shards of the broken teapot cutting his knees.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break it...I'm sorry. I'm sorry." he repeated over and over. He grimaced at the stinging pain as blood trickled from his knees.

"Who is she?" Melody asked almost in a whisper.

His gaze didn't move from the old woman who picked up more pieces of the pot and shoved them into her bleeding chest.

"She's my mother."

"Why is she putting the broken pieces into her chest?"

"She's not," he whispered, tears welling. "Its her heart, the pieces go into her heart. I'm a bad son and I didn't drink her tea. I broke the tea pot." Tears streamed down his cheeks as he looked up at Melody. "She died because I was a bad son."

Melody searched his memories and found his mother had indeed died.

Died in a car accident on the way to the store to buy some glue to fix her teapot, which he had dropped as a child. He didn't like tea and wasn't being careful when carrying the tray.

He glanced down at his mother picking up the shards and holding them inside her chest. He wiped his eyes and looked up at Melody.

"Who are you?"

"Me? Hmmm. Well dear one," she stroked his cheek softly wiping a stream of tears away with her soft fingertips, "I'm an angel, and have come to give you peace."

"Peace?"

She nodded as he bit his lip, looking so much like a child in this place in his mind. He leaned into her arms and she stroked his hair gently.

"Don't I look like an angel?"

He nodded and smiled a little. She stroked his cheek one more time and he closed his eyes, peace entering his mind, blessed peace, all he wanted was peace, all he dreamed for was peace. The little needles piercing into his flesh were cushioned by this peace. Warm fluffy clouds, and his mother, his mother stepping to him, the little boy, and taking him into her arms. She carried her little boy into the clouds then, and everything became bright around him.

Melody let his mind be his own again as she laid him gently down into his chair again, laying his hands one over the other, his blood being drunk up, with not a drop spilt.

"Sleep forever more without tortured memories, my dear." She brushed his graying hair to his temple and smiled a sad smile.

Chapter 9 - The Bridge

Melody wrapped a dark blanket around her body, walking away from the hunter's cabin. An owl ruffled its feathers above her, watching her. The moon was still high in the sky. There were several hours of night left. She walked towards the road nearby, listening for traffic. She knew that her chances of finding a pa.s.serby would not be as easy to find as it was in the city, especially at this time of night. But as she neared the edge of the road she could hear the faint hum of a car. It was still a ways off.

The car lights flickered as it drew nearer to an old wooden bridge which was still in use. The driver cussed.

"Dammit, not again." He fumbled with the switches as the car's headlights went out. Even as bright as the moon was tonight, he couldn't see far enough ahead of him to drive at any decent speed. He pulled over just before the bridge, the fog from the cool creek below rising up along the ground, blanketing it from view just around the edges. The fog swirled as he turned off the engine. He checked his watch, pressing the b.u.t.ton on the side of it to light up the roman numeral numbered face. It was three hours until dawn, maybe two and a half if he was lucky. He could fix the loose wire to his headlights then. The cla.s.sic Chevy convertible was his pride and joy, but it had its many small inconveniences that had to be "regularly" attended to. This was just one of them.

He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, resting until light break. A noise, or he thought it was a noise, (he wasn't sure what it was,) made him open his eyes and look out at the bridge in front of him. A wolf, white and calm, just stood there looking at him from across the bridge. He blinked, almost not believing what he saw. When he opened his eyes it was gone, as if it had never been there. Instead, a face peered back at him. It was the face of a woman, a black cloak wrapped around her shoulders. Her pale face and the dark curls framing it gently was all he could see. A painter could not have rendered her so beautifully.

"h.e.l.lo?" He wasn't sure he was even seeing her, but she closed her eyes slowly and then looked up at him again, her blue eyes seeming to be the only color in her face.

"h.e.l.lo," she called back, smiling a bit uneasily. She neared the bridge and walked onto its wooden planks, the wood creaking lightly under her weight.

"Do you live around here?" He looked for house lights nearby through the trees but didn't see anything. He turned his gaze back on her.

"Actually, I'm lost, and thankfully I've found you. I've been wandering this forest for hours. I'm so cold." She wrapped her pale arms around herself, pressing the cloak closer to her skin. Her bottom lip trembled for a moment, perhaps from the cold or just being frightened. He could tell she was trying to be brave.

"I'm kinda stuck here myself." He motioned to his car. "I've got a bad wire to my lights, and it goes out now and then. Got to wait till daylight to fix it. If you want..." he paused looking over at her, "you can sit in my car with me to stay warm and I can drop you off at the next safe stop I find." She nodded and crossed the bridge, walking around his car to the pa.s.senger side and sliding onto the bench seat, holding the cloak tightly around her.

"Thanks, I was really getting scared out here all alone. I'm so glad I saw you."

She bit her lip and glanced up into his dark brown eyes shyly. She shivered a moment, the air cold against her arms, which she tried to press against her cloak, the cloak falling open over her legs as she did so. Her bare legs and feet surprised him.

"Well no wonder you are cold, you weren't really dressed for being outdoors, now were you?" His voice sounded scolding and she lowered her head, blushing a bit.

"It's a long story."

"I bet." He lifted his arm up along the top of the seat. "Here, you can move closer, I don't bite, and you'll be warmer." She smiled a small thankful smile and moved closer to him, letting him wrap his arm around her shoulder. He could feel the cloak against his fingertips and realized it was nothing but a long blanket. In the darkness he hadn't seen the difference. She let out a contented sigh and leaned her head against him. His eyes watched her pull her bare legs under the blanket. She moved her hand from under the blanket onto his chest, letting her fingers slip in between the b.u.t.tons of his shirt, stroking his skin lightly.

He looked down at her and she smiled up at him, bending up to kiss him. Her lips felt warm and soft as velvet as they brushed his. "There are 'other' ways to stay warm," he whispered, and she smiled back.

"I know just what you mean." She let the blanket slip from her nude shoulders as she leaned closer, kissing him more deeply, letting her hands stroke his chest through his shirt as his hands wandered down her shoulders and waist. He caressed her so gently, she moaned and smiled in pleasure. She moved over him, kneeling and unb.u.t.toning his shirt. He reached his fingers under her, surprised she wore nothing underneath at all, and stroked her dampening s.e.x, holding her steady with his free hand, not letting the steering wheel press into her. Her hips moved gently against his fingers until she had his shirt completely unb.u.t.toned and she leaned down to suck a nipple tenderly. He moaned softly, his c.o.c.k growing hard below her. She let her hands wander down, unsnapping his jeans and pulling the cloth to the sides, letting the zipper draw itself open from the movement. Her fingers slipped into his underwear, stroking the soft skin of his c.o.c.k gently. His eyes grew wider, as she pulled the fabric down under his b.a.l.l.s and leaned into his lap, moving her legs to the side on the seat, bending over on all fours and sucking his c.o.c.k in sudden, long, deep strokes. He brushed his fingers into her hair, feeling her head bob up and down.

The sucking sound of her mouth just turned him on more.

When his c.o.c.k grew as hard as he thought possible, she seemed to know the time was right and released his c.o.c.k from her lips and straddled his lap, arching her back in pleasure as she slid down his c.o.c.k, deepening it into her wet swollen p.u.s.s.y. She moaned as he wrapped his fingers around her a.s.s, guiding her strokes. Her pink nipples rose and fell just in front of his face, begging him to taste them. He took them into his mouth in turn, sucking one and then the other.

She tightened her muscles around his hardened shaft, her inner trembling already starting, her o.r.g.a.s.m building, ready to explode.

How tight she seemed. f.u.c.king a nice tight p.u.s.s.y was always better than his rough hand, no matter how much strength and tightness he gave it. This was heaven, and he dug his fingers into the skin of her a.s.s pulling her down in hard strokes on his c.o.c.k, until he threw his head back, tensing, spilling c.u.m deep into her womb.

His pulsing c.o.c.k threw her over the edge and she screamed out in o.r.g.a.s.m, shaking and jerking against him, holding him tight to her.

Daze hit his eyes in this moment, his own o.r.g.a.s.m seeming to last. His c.o.c.k kept pulsing, c.u.m kept coming, and the fangs entered his flesh: fangs he didn't see, fangs he didn't feel, just the o.r.g.a.s.m that was shaking him.