Homeward
He watched her like a hawk as they drove. She rolled down the window early in their drive and he hoped it wasnt to yell at passerbyers. He'd have to snap her neck then and what good would all this have been.
He thought about what he could do with her. She was new, she didn't know anyone, and he'd have her alone out in the woods in his underground home. He could keep her captive, make her his blood slave. Chain her up to the walls. He suspected if she didnt know anyone then no one would miss her. Wall chain was a bit too much for his speed but the possiblities were endless.
She had chewed her finger nail dangerously low and he was hungry. He hoped that she didn't start to bleed to soon or they possibly wouldnt make it home.
Next exit and turn right.
This was the first time he had kidnapped someone and took them to his home like this. Usually his killings were always fast and painful. Once in a while he'd force them to take him to their home. Or he would take them somewhere vacant.
So why now was he planning to store her at his home? The very place he was hiding?
He never did understand his thoughts and now wasnt the exception.
Fallon was free.
She had no idea what that meant for her now. She did not know where she would go with that. Was she to see god now? Would she see others who passed before her...would she have wings soon, and fly among the clouds? This was the life she wanted, waited for...this was her heaven, finally.
But wait...
Something was changing even yet.
She felt warmth begin to fill her again, and the bright light began to fade. What was happening now? She didn't like the darkness, and the warmth...she felt her body again start to feel heavy...
NO! No...she didn't want to go back to how she was before...NOOOOO!
She screamed in her head, and then tried to scream through her body, but something else was stopping her.
Something incredibly sweet. She could taste it now, and the flavor was such as she'd never experienced...she wanted more. Her hands were again able to feel...she moved them towards her mouth, and encountered a solid mass blocking the path.
She suckled, her tongue lapping at the source of the sweetness...and at the same time her body began to respond in other ways again. She moaned. She wasn't sure if it was in her mind or audible, but she moaned again. And she squirmed...she was feeling someone else's presence now too. Her hands had begun moving over the mass between them and her mouth, and could feel someone else. Having no will, and complete will, she grabbed this body against her, and pulled...trying to get more of the wonderful hot, sweet liquid onto her tongue.
But then he felt a small brush against his chin and he looked out the corner of his eye and saw her hand moving. That is when he felt her mouth respond. He had been kissing her deeply but now she was responding with such force that it was almost a fight between them of who could kiss harder and deeper. He felt her hands lock themselves around him and pull down ferociously.
He no longer needed to bite his tongue to keep the blood flowing because she was doing it for him. She was almost animalistic in her need for him. He knew it was because she wanted his blood but still it gave him a feeling of comfort. He was needed, it didnt matter how, but he was needed and it felt good.
He let her pull him down ontop of her more and gave into her need.
She became aware that there was a man on top of her, and that she had a death grip on the man, but she wasn't afraid. In fact, she felt just the opposite - she wanted this man, she wanted his kiss, she wanted his blood.
Yet when that realization hit her, she immediately turned her head away, and closed her eyes.
Nothing she was experiencing made sense...nothing. Fallon knew this wasn't Ted she was with, and slowly she remembered who it was. However, knowing who it was no longer had the same effect on her as it had. And even though her head had turned away from him, her hands still held him pressed against her.
Turning back, she looked at him, her forehead creased in astonishment. She studied his face for several seconds, before her mouth focused on his, and she tilted her head upwards to kiss him again.
Her mouth opened to his, and her tongue swept inward in search of the sweetness. Her hands moved to his head, and rubbed along his shaved scalp, before clamping her fingers together and once more pulling him against her, more strongly now. A feeling of passion unlike the earlier one, started growing, and it became imperative that she become one with this man. She appeared to feel a strong craving...initiate within her and that need started to blot out every other sense of hers, and every other sensation around her.
She was moaning, and writhing, and gasping now, in her haste to slake this blossoming frenzy. And whimpering, she couldn't contain the sound from escaping. Somewhere in the back of her mind she remembered she'd thought he was going to kill her, but now didn't care...nothing mattered except that she wanted, and needed to be with this man.
"Now...oh fucking hell...I need...I must...you have to..."
And she stilled his head above her's as she peered deeply into his eyes. Frustrated beyond belief, she couldn't even make the words come out.
She became aware that there was a man on top of her, and that she had a death grip on the man, but she wasn't afraid. In fact, she felt just the opposite - she wanted this man, she wanted his kiss, she wanted his blood.
Yet when that realization hit her, she immediately turned her head away, and closed her eyes.
Nothing she was experiencing made sense...nothing. Fallon knew this wasn't Ted she was with, and slowly she remembered who it was. However, knowing who it was no longer had the same effect on her as it had. And even though her head had turned away from him, her hands still held him pressed against her.
Turning back, she looked at him, her forehead creased in astonishment. She studied his face for several seconds, before her mouth focused on his, and she tilted her head upwards to kiss him again.
Her mouth opened to his, and her tongue swept inward in search of the sweetness. Her hands moved to his head, and rubbed along his shaved scalp, before clamping her fingers together and once more pulling him against her, more strongly now. A feeling of passion unlike the earlier one, started growing, and it became imperative that she become one with this man. She appeared to feel a strong craving...initiate within her and that need started to blot out every other sense of hers, and every other sensation around her.
She was moaning, and writhing, and gasping now, in her haste to slake this blossoming frenzy. And whimpering, she couldn't contain the sound from escaping. Somewhere in the back of her mind she remembered she'd thought he was going to kill her, but now didn't care...nothing mattered except that she wanted, and needed to be with this man.
"Now...oh fucking hell...I need...I must...you have to..."
And she stilled his head above her's as she peered deeply into his eyes. Frustrated beyond belief, she couldn't even make the words come out.
She was writhing and whimpering under him and he knew what she wanted. He had never turned anyone before and barely remembered the time when he had been turned. He had blocked it out and it was rare that he really tried to remember. It hadn’t been pleasant he always remembered that.
She was begging him and tugging on him and he wanted to give in, but it was not his lack of focus or the haze that told him no and made him refuse her. He knew she did not know what she was doing fully. It had only been hours ago that she was sobbing asking for him to let her go.
He looked back into her eyes and he could see the flames of desire with in them. Resisting his natural urges was so difficult he almost couldn’t stop himself from tearing off her top. Instead he laid his head down on her shoulder and he could smell her sweet scent upon her neck. He watched as her chest rose up and down quickly and placed his hand on her breastbone between her breasts.
You do not know what you are asking for or why just yet Fallon. If I take you now, no matter how much I want to, you would always remember this with a much sour taste. Who knows, you might still since this really wasn’t your choice. Anyhow I won’t complicate it more. If the lust and the passion are still they’re when we awake then we’ll see.
His eyes grew heavy as the haze was swallowing him up. His inner voice still managed to taunt him before he could fall asleep. ‘Now you have compassion?’ He whispered shut up and did not know if he had been audible or not.
You may have nightmares, you might get sick or be in a lot of pain. I wish I could help you but I don’t know fully myself. Everything was dark and painful for me. I am sorry.
Panos drifted off to sleep and to heal. He didn’t know how long it would take this time to regenerate himself and he worried he should have said more before it took him into slumber. What if she was to wake up in fear and run into the daylight? He wouldn’t be able to prevent it. What if she tried to kill him while he slept? It was a more vulnerable sleep with him trying to heal. He might not be able to stop her.
It was too late now. He had crashed and was asleep like a small boy next to his mother. He felt safe even if it was false and he was warm.
Before she could acknowledge anything, she felt herself being pulled down into unconsciousness. She had time to wrap her arms around the man lying next to her, and then felt the cover of dark enshroud her.
It took her only seconds to focus on the room she was in, and where she lie, and that the body of the man who had kidnapped her was tangled up with her. She thought she should be repulsed by that fact, but she wasn't. In fact, she felt a very strong sense of safety with him there, as they were.
Her body ached, as she shifted slightly. Every inch of her body, from the skin inward, seemed warm, and sore, like she might expect it to feel if she had been run over by a truck. But the mere act of shifting a few inches seemed to wear her out.
Unable to remain awake, she again nestled close to the man, and embraced him, before she fell into another bout of deep sleep.
When she got brave enough to move more than her eyelids, Fallon slowly sat up. She still felt incredibly weak, but most of the soreness seemed to be dissipating, as she felt slightly less sore. She wondered if she was coming down with the flu...there didn't seem to be any other logical explanation.
However, when she rubbed her knee, without thinking, it felt a bit tender, and then her hand went to her throat and she winced. It too was only a little tender, but it was the thought of what she remembered that had made her wince.
She moved her tongue around in her mouth, and as she stirred up the dormant saliva, she frowned. She tasted blood in her mouth, yet when her hand moved from her neck to her mouth, she didn't find the same tenderness there. And if she hadn't been hit in the mouth...an occurrence she had been subjected to before, enough so that the taste of blood was familiar...then why did she taste blood now?
All the thinking was making her head hurt, worse than it had when she first woke up. Nothing made sense, starting from why this man had kidnapped her, to why he now seemed so comfortable with her being there that he didn't even feel the need to remain awake and watching her.
She sighed, and laid back down, resuming her position, spooned next to the man, and quickly fell asleep.
She hadn't run away. In fact she looked down right comfortable laying there.
He scratched his head and leaned back into the couch. Sighing he shook his head to clear any remanant clouds and rubbed his tongue over his teeth.
It was wound free again. That was good, he had slept and healed well then. He wondered how the woman was faring and if she had even woke up at all since he fell asleep.
Eyes open now, she saw he had finally joined her in waking.
"What did you do to me?"
She whispered, not from fear, but because that seemed to be her voice at the moment. Had she gotten laryngitis, on top of the flu?
Strangely though, she was no longer afraid...just unsure.
What did you do to me? She whispered.
I've given you the first step to becomming a leader.
It was true in some ways. She had a power now that not many could top. Of course there would be competition from other vampires but after enough training she would be able to handle most of them. Humans would not worry her, they wouldn't be able to resist her, if that is what she wanted.
"Who are you...and what do you mean a leader. You kidnapped me, and brought me here...did you drug me? Why do I feel so strange, and what do you want of me?"
Fallon crawled over the man, and slowly stood up. She was feeling less week, but still a little groggy...sleepy.
"Am I still drugged? I feel so sleepy..."
He rose up from the couch and stood facing her.
You are weak because I almost killed you. Your blood....I was hungry and I hadn't fed in a while...I didn't mean to take that much from you, but then I had and I only had two choices at that point. I chose life for you. I gave you what was mine and made you better, stronger than you ever were before. Basically you drank my blood.
He could almost feel the shock and disbelief radiate off her and surround him in a bubble.
And, yes I do have a disease, but not a terminal one. Your a vampire now, and vampires don't die. Who I am is a very old vampire. Who you are is a very 'new' vampire. You see Fallon, Nachton is filled with vampires. Old ones young ones inbetweenies, everything!
He was getting excited now and he began to talk faster and more eagerly.
The vampires are divided into threee clans. Stuck ups, goodie goodies, and the baddies. I've been removed so to say from the baddies. Leaving me clanless, and now you clanless.
He took a breath and thought of what to say next. It was like having a child and a meeting the love of your life all at once. SO much to explain so much to teach. Perhaps even some more to learn.
"What in the hell are you talking about? Vampires? I know I'm new to Nachton, and haven't spent much time outside North carolina in a long time, but I'm not stupid.
You're telling me you drank my blood, and took too much, so to stop me from dying you fed me your blood."
Again she started laughing, but this time the tears were stronger, and overcame the laughter. She must have believed him, down deep inside, otherwise why would she be crying. But really...vampires?
"And not only am I now a vampire, but I'm part of some cult...no...no 'we're' NOT part of any cult...or clan, as you call them. You were among the worst of the worst, and they kicked you out?"
Now that was something she could believe, and her laughter returned. Somehow she had fallen into the hands of a vampire, but he wasn't even a 'good' vampire...of course not...Fallon never met the 'good' ones.
She turned and looked at the man...good, bad, vampire...he looked like any other man. He was young...no he 'looked' young...he had said he was a very OLD vampire. She giggled. He was nice looking, though she wasn't big on shaved heads, he seemed able to carry it off well.
Blinking, she realized she was trying to see him in a good light...and why was she going to all that trouble? This whole thing was a joke...she had no idea what he was getting out of all this, but it had to be a joke.
"What do you want from me...you brought me here to...drink my blood, but now you've done that, can I go now...?"
She didn't believe him...she had no reason to believe him. He must be mad as a hatter...vampires didn't exist...they were fairy tales. He had to be mad because there was no logical reason for him to have told her such a story, otherwise.
The trick now was to remain calm. She had to get out of there, but she couldn't anger him. All the other things he'd said about Nachton being full of vampires went in one ear and out the other. Fallon's experiences in life just wouldn't let her absorb any of this information. In her world, it just wasn't real.
He did not like it.
Vampires are very real. Whether you want to believe it or not, and you are one now. A young one who can gain power and strength but who is nothing but a weakling at the current moment.
He felt his temper flare at the sound of her sarcasm and laughter. Who did she think she was laughing at him like this? She should be honored to have been given such a privledge to become a vampire.
Quickly but not forcefully Panos lashed out with his hand to smack her in the face.
She had angered him. Anger always resulted in pain for her. Why had she forgotten that part? Could it have been the confusion in all the talk of vampires? It was a dangerous lapse on her part.
In a quiet, timid voice, she spoke, barely looking at him, as she hunched down, trying to protect herself from further blows.
"Vampires still feel pain..."
It was a statement, not a question, and one she said before thinking.
"I am sorry if I angered you. This is...rather...strange...for me to take in."
And she really wasn't admitting that she believed him yet...but rather trying to be agreeable, in an attempt to calm him down, and perhaps save herself further attacks.
She could have blocked that blow easy enough if she had tried, but yet she didn't. He wasn't using much effort and if he could provoke her to fight back maybe she would she that. He could tell she wasnt the type used to fighting back, so he would have to push her more.
Get up and fight me Fallon.
He advanced on her again ready to hit her once more.
She could have blocked that blow easy enough if she had tried, but yet she didn't. He wasn't using much effort and if he could provoke her to fight back maybe she would she that. He could tell she wasnt the type used to fighting back, so he would have to push her more.
Get up and fight me Fallon.
He advanced on her again ready to hit her once more.
She shouted. Ted had used that tactic in the past, whenever he wanted to fight and she had curled up in a ball, and retreated within herself. After a few times of that, he quickly gave up and went away in disgust - usually to get further drunk.
"I don't want to fight! I just...want to go back to my hotel."
She wasn't whining or crying now, but speaking like one who had no options, and knew they had no options, but were unable to face what they did have.
"You picked the wrong person to bite, bucko...if you were looking for a fighter."
She let slip. She had thought she was only saying it in her mind, till she heard the words in her own ears.
"Go ahead and hit me again...soon I'll not feel it anyway."
And that was her way of fighting back.
I'm trying to show you that your not weak anymore. I'm not trying to hurt you. If i wanted that, then i would have killed you in the first place. Brutally. Not by accidently getting carried away in tending to your wounded knees.
He squatted to her level when she did not accept his hand.
My name is Panos and yes I got angry when you mocked me by laughing when I told you about vampires. That's not why I hit you. You coulda blocked that blow easily.
Vampires are real Fallon. I know it doesnt sound real or even feel real at the moment. You are going to need to feed soon. By feed I mean blood, perferably human blood. Animals work but they are like eating Mcdonalds everyday. Not that great for you. Best to use as a last resort.
He looked down to the ground at his shoes for a moment while he thought. Her actions were odd. She was so afraid of everthing, of him, of fast movements, of being hit. It was like she had experienced it all before. He shook his head and looked back at her.
Whoever made you this way Fallon, cowering and hiding from blows, You will have the power one day to show that person what it's like to be on the receiving end of pain. I promise you.