Immortal Fears
by Jason Laseman
Sweat
beaded on her forehead and slowly rolled down her face. The delicate
moisture dripped off her chin and onto the man beneath her. She gasped
with pleasure. The muscles in her legs contracted and relaxed tirelessly
as she lifted herself up and down.
The man beneath her lay still, enjoying
her ride. One of his hands rose and cupped one of her breasts, the
other wrapped around to her buttocks. She leaned forward and pressed
her glistening chest hard against his, letting him go deeper into her.
Her muscles tensed as she climaxed again.
Suddenly he started holding her tighter, crushing
her onto him. What little air she held in her lungs was forced out
by his crushing embrace. His skin slapped against hers, pounding.
"Oh God...I'm close baby!"
He grabbed a handful of hair and pushed her
face harder into his neck. If she had needed to, she wouldn't have
been able to breath. As the man beneath her writhed in ecstasy, she
opened her mouth and placed her lips over his neck. Slowly she started
to bite down.
"Yea, baby!" He shivered at the painful
touch.
She bite down harder onto the thick
skin of his neck.
"Shit baby, not so hard!" He slowed
his movements as she bit. Her jaws closed harder onto him, tearing
the skin. "FUCK! What the hell are you doing?" He put
his hands on her shoulders and tried to push her off.
She bite down even harder. Her teeth
tore a large chunk of flesh from his neck. His struggle to stop her
became a panicked flurry. He kicked his feet, pounded on her with his fists,
trying in vain to dislodge her.
She was beyond feeling his paltry blows.
His swollen organ remained inside her as he fought, bringing her nearer
to utopia. She jerked her head up, not hearing his screams for mercy.
A large hunk of bleeding skin hung from her mouth. Her hips still
rose up and down on her prey at a furious pace.
She drove her head into his neck again, digging
deeper with her teeth. She felt his thick muscles with her tongue,
chewed through them with her teeth. Cord-like tendons and spaghetti
veins filled her mouth on her third bite. She literally shook, like
a dog playing tug-o-war, as she lifted her head.
A gusher of blood spurted up on her, covering
her face, neck and breasts, dripping down to her stomach and pussy.
His attempts at fighting her off slowed as the blood continued to spurt
onto her, until finally they stopped altogether.
As she continued to chew through his neck,
her hips pumped up and down in a frenzy, still holding him tight inside
her. She tore through his trachea and esophagus, almost completely
severing his head.
"OOOHHH GOD!" She sat up, rubbing his
blood into her breasts. In a final outburst, she pounded her hips
one last time onto his and slammed her fists onto his chest, breaking ribs.
She threw her head back, screaming.
She collapsed on top of him and lifted her
hips as she did, disengaging him from her. She lay still, reveling
in the moment.
"Alive, your not a very good lover buddy,
but dead, ooh, your great." She laughed as she stood up. She
would store his body with the others after she had relaxed a little.
She walked, dripping the unknown man's blood,
to the unplugged refrigerator. Cold food made her sick, and it stopped
the decaying process. She needed her food rotten and soft, easily
digested. She opened the door.
A human head stared at her. It's
hair was torn off, a few patches remained. The head had literally
been chewed off from it's previous owner. Pieces of the skin were
missing, in the shape of human teeth. One eye had been gouged out.
The skin of the head was a special treat for her. It was soft and
delicate and had a flavor of it's own. She would snack on the head
later.
Instead she reached for one of the numerous
other chunks of meat in the warm fridge. She picked up a piece that
was white with rot. Part of it moved of it's own accord, maggots,
it didn't bother her, they made it easier to digest. She picked it
up by a bone that protruded from one end of it. A small chunk broke
off and dropped to the floor. She left it there.
Standing naked in front of the fridge, she
lifted the rotten flesh to her mouth and tore off a chunk. "Mmmmm,
mmmm." She hummed with delight as she chewed the infested meat.
She tore off another small chunk of flesh and rolled it over her breasts,
sopping up some of the recently spilled blood. She could only tolerate
a very small amount of blood at a time. Unlike the vampire who thrived
on it, it made her sick.
She reached into the metal box and picked
up another bone with meat in it, the flexor carpi ulnaris, palmaris longus,
flexor sublimis digitorum and the flexor carpi radialis. Four muscles
of the forearm. She could name any of the muscles on the body without
thinking about it. She could describe their taste differences as
easily.
She carried her food to the living room, deliberately
stepping on the body of her late lover on her way. She sat on her
blood-stained couch. Earlier tonight her prey had mentioned the stains
and asked about them. She laughed and told him it was old juice stains.
Absent mindedly she hit the remote control,
turning on the television set. "WE WILL RETURN TO OUR LATE NIGHT
FEATURE AFTER THESE MESSAGES" in big bold letters greeted her. Now
that she had no need of sleep, the TV was her only late night companion.
"AND NOW BACK TO OUR LATE NIGHT FEATURE...CURSE
OF THE VAMPIRE LORD."
"GOD-FUCKING DAMMIT!" She jumped up,
screaming. The ravaged bones in her hands flew at the TV screen.
Her muscles tensed as she lunged at the idiot box, impaling it with her
fist as she landed. Glass exploded over her living room, covering
the carpet with a shiny, razor sharp, layer of glass. Bloodless tears
covered her hand and forearm. Shards of glass protruded from her
skin in numerous places. She paid them no heed.
As if it where a hollow, plastic box, she
bent over, picked up the forty one-inch television and with one fluid motion
heaved it up above her head. Her gaze shifted to the glass sliding
doors leading to the balcony.
Her muscles bulged, her left bicep literally
tore through her dead skin, exposing the striations of the meat beneath
as she walked to the door. With a titanic heave, she tossed the TV
through the glass pains. She watched as the heavy appliance broke
through the glass, bending, then breaking the metal frame surrounding the
doors. A chunk of wall broke off and followed the television down
to the ground, five hundred feet below, where it all joined together in
a mass of twisted devastation at the bottom of the mountain.
For a moment, she smiled.
"Damn vampires." She whispered quietly,
in a dejected voice.
*
"Make me one Wolfgang, make me like you."
She lay naked on the bed, next to her lover.
Moist droplets of perspiration covered their naked bodies. He was
unlike anyone she had ever met before. He was dark, mysterious, full
of deeply hidden secrets. Most of them she had yet to find out.
"Not yet my sweet. It's not yet time.
You have much to learn." It was not the first time she had asked,
so she was not surprised by his answer. She would ask again, and
he would say yes, soon.
*
She turned from the shattered doors, slowly
and walked across the carpet, her head lowered onto her chest. Razor
sharp blades of glass sliced and impaled her feet. She gave them
as much attention as she did her injured hand. Without thinking,
she flicked off the lights as she passed the switch.
In a darkened corner, she sat and cried.
A tearless cry of the dead, shivering uncontrollably. It had nothing
to do with the icy draft from the ruined doors.
*
Wolfgang slowly, rhythmically thrust in and
out of her. Their breath came in ragged gasps. She clung to
him as if he was a rock, and she was hanging over a cliff. Her finger
nails dug into his back in her passion. He gripped her tighter.
"Tonight, my sweat, tonight we will be one."
He whispered into her ear.
She melted onto him as the words sank in.
"OH YES!." She screamed, partially because of his words, partially
because of his movements.
He continued to dance in and out of her as
he lowered his head onto her neck. His fangs grew, until they protruded
angrily from his gums. With a lover's gentle touch, he lowered his
incisors onto her neck. With agonizing slowness, he pushed his fangs
onto her skin. Her tender skin gave way, little by little.
She could feel him tear through her neck and into the muscle beneath.
She cried out from the pain. He stopped when he found his target,
her jugular vein.
As if sipping wine, he slowly drank of her
life's essence. Their passion heightened, to a proportion never before
reached by her. She felt as if she would explode on him, a hundred
times greater than any other orgasm she had ever felt previously.
The intensity of the climax increased to the point of almost becoming painful,
unbearable.
His head involuntarily sank deeper into the
flesh of her neck as he came, drawing more and more of her blood out as
he erupted inside her.
She passed out.
*
She lifted her head up from her cradling arms
and hugged her knees tighter to her chest. She looked down at the
multiple tears in her flesh for the first time since she injured herself.
Huge gashes covered her hands and feet. Another hole stood open on
her bicep. Glass stuck out from her chest and stomach in dozens of
places.
It would be the beginning of the decaying
process.
She had tried so hard for so long to protect
herself from this sort of thing. She would be fine and live a semi-normal
life as long as she took care of herself. But when the skin got destroyed,
instead of healing it would rot, and spread. Until she was a living,
decayed corpse.
*
She awoke in her lover's arms. Her eyes
met his, he stared back at her, his eyes shown brilliant with expectancy.
She smiled at him, finally feeling as if destiny
had come to pass. "So this is what it feels like to be a vampire,
not so different."
"You are not a vampire yet, my love.
There is one more thing that must be done. You must now drink of
my blood, or nothing shall come to pass and you will remain human.
Here."
He handed her a knife, ritualistic in nature.
The blade was delicate, almost feminine in its design. It was a slow,
graceful curve, ending in a needle sharp point.
"Use this to cut me, deeply, and then
drink. I cannot be harmed by it."
She slowly accepted the knife. She had
not realized that she would have to make the cut that she would drink form.
But if that was what it would take to spend an eternity with Wolfgang,
she would do it.
She raised the tip to his chest and gently
laid it against his skin. She looked up into his face, he nodded
his head once. She slowly pressed the point into his skin until blood
ran down onto his muscular stomach. Then she pushed the blade along,
tearing an inch long gash in his chest.
Wolfgang moaned in an almost sexual purr of
pain, and pleasure. His excitement fed hers. Dropping the knife
onto the bed, she hungrily wrapped her lips around the wound and began
to suck.
Mouthfuls of the warm, serous fluid poured
from the gash. She swallowed hard, blood ran out of the corners of
her mouth, down her chin and dripped onto her chest. A feeling of
renewed vigor coursed through her veins.
Wolfgang moaned in ecstasy as she drank.
She was on fire with passion. He pushed her head away from his chest.
Her bloody face looked up into his. "Now my darling, it is done.
You are truly undead."
'To spend eternity as a rotted, foul-smelling corpse
she thought. That is what would happen to her now. She would
literally live forever in a decayed body, unable to be seen by anyone,
and somehow she would have to catch and kill her food.
She thought about how easy it had been
for her so far. She was blessed with a beautiful body and near perfect
face. Men were always happy to follow her into bed. She was
happy to take them there. First she seduced them to satisfy her mortal
desires, then killed them to satisfy her immortal needs.
She had never realized it until now, but she
also brought them back for companionship, it was nothing deep or personal,
but it kept her in contact with people, it made her existence bearable.
Once, greatest fear had been growing old alone,
without anybody to care for, or care for her. When she met Wolfgang
it all changed, she knew that she had found a mate for life, longer even,
for eternity. Until...
*
"Drink his blood darling, feed off him."
Wolfgang gestured to the man lying prone on the ground in front of her.
He had hunted him down for her and rendered him unconscious.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she bent
down and lowered her teeth onto his neck. She took a slow, deep breath,
(out of habit, not need) and pushed her teeth into his skin, knowing instinctively
where his jugular vein would be. When her teeth hit home, she sucked.
Blood filled her mouth, she drank hungrily, until there was little left
in the body.
"I feel full, but in a different way, not
like I used to…I don't know, almost spiritually full. Does that make
any sense?" She asked.
"Yes. That is...honey...are you all
right?" He asked her with concern.
"I...don't know. I feel..." A
feeling of nausea had overcome her. She felt as if her gut would
explode and rip her apart in the process. She felt as if she was
about to die.
Without warning, a gusher of bloody
vomit spewed forth from her mouth. She collapsed with the effort
and landed on her hands and knees, shaking uncontrollably. Again
and again she puked, until her gut was empty. A large pool of blood
surrounded her as she knelt.
"Oh god, what's wrong with me Wolfgang?"
She screamed in terror.
Wolfgang watched her with a sense of growing
horror. She was unable to drink human blood. He had heard of
such a thing, but never imagined that it was real. What should he
do? He knew he could not live forever with her, not knowing that
she would turn into...a ghoul.
She sat in the pool of her victim's blood
and listened with terror as Wolfgang told her what she had turned into
and what she would have to do to survive. She would have to live
off the dead and rotting flesh of her victims instead of drinking their
blood. She would keep her appearance only as long as she kept her
skin intact. Once the skin was damaged, it would decay until she
was only a skeleton with a few bits and pieces of flesh still clinging
to her frame, stinking like a corpse.
"I will go find some food for you, I'll be
back." Wolfgang told her, and left into the city. He never
came back.
*
She sobbed as she walked through the darkened
house. She was left alone again. This time forever, she thought.
She stepped onto the balcony, overhanging the chasm far below. She
raised her head to the sky and screamed, shaking her fists in rage at the
dark night. She wept in despair. She could not go on like that.
She would not be able to live eternity as a walking corpse, living off
the dead, like some parasitic worm. There had to be a way out she
thought. Then she looked down into the depths below her.
It was a least a five hundred foot drop to
the rocky floor below. Nothing could survive a fall like that. Without
another thought she climbed up onto the railing, balancing as she looked
below. Darkness greeted her.
She looked up into the sky and smiled, as
if to say, 'I beat you. I found a way out.'
She laughed as she jumped. ‘”There is
no way any thing could survive a fall like this”, she thought.
Then another thought struck her, even as she
struck the ground. As her body landed she felt every injury as it
happened. Her heals exploded, the bones drove through the bottoms
of her feet and into the ground. Her knees burst, synovial fluid
sprayed the ground in front of her. Her femurs snapped like brittle,
dried sticks. Her pelvis shattered and her femoral heads broke, driving
into her rib cage. Her spine folded in on itself, like an accordion.
Her ribs broke, one at a time as they hit the rocky ground, a domino effect.
Her mandible cracked in two, each half flying out to the side. Then
the rest of her skull hit, and stayed intact.
Her eyelids opened and she looked up, fully
realizing the flaw in her ill-thought plan. 'Nothing could survive
a fall like that...unless it was already dead!'
The End
