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This is the story I pressented at one of our writers meetups in October, 2006. Hope you all enjoy it. Demetrius
It was late at night, many years ago. I was taking a walk in the park – unable to sleep. I headed toward the river – a favorite place of mine. It was foggy and dark, making it difficult to see. I saw a small child playing by the river, and called out to her - warning her to go home. She didn't seem to see or hear me; she just stared off to the side, as if mesmerized in some fashion.
I looked in that direction and saw a brief flash of white, like the fangs of a large cat or some other predator. In a moment it was gone. When I looked back I noticed a small form lying behind a tree. It was a woman - very pale and thin. She appeared to be ill. As I tried to approach her she moved back, as though retreating, only to collapse on the ground again.
She was too weak to talk; however it seemed as if I could hear her, as if in my thoughts.
“I don’t wish to harm the girl,” she thought. “I’ll release her so she can return to her family.”
She quickly glanced to the side as the child left, looking at someone or something I couldn’t see.
“Thank you” I said. “Are you ill?”
“I’m tired and hungry, someone is stalking me and I’m unable to go any further.”
Not understanding any of this I offered to help.
“I need nourishment ...”, she said aloud, suddenly standing up “...I need your blood”. She approached me, opening her mouth and baring a set of fangs. Her eyes darkened, became animal like, alien.
I didn’t know what to make of this – I was scared out of my wits, and horrified by her sudden transformation. As she moved forward, coming closer to me her gown shifted, baring her slight breasts. I was transfixed – unable to move. She had a powerful presence, god-like, almost evil. I looked into her dark eyes, and saw nothing but pure black - totally devoid of light or warmth. She emanated a cold darkness, more powerful than any light I had ever seen, chilling me, enveloping me, controlling me, and commanding me.
She was the perfect woman, superior above all others in every way. She was exotic and sensual, the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Not in the conventional sense of the word, but in the way she controlled her power, the way she moved, the way she commanded me. She was the predator and I was the prey – there was no doubt about our roles in this relationship.
I was sweating and shaking, filled with terror, not knowing what would happen to me. I feared for my life and I feared for my soul. It was so overpowering you could you could smell the stench of it. I hung my head low, surprised that I could move. I was ashamed of myself, I felt unworthy. Unworthy to be her prey. Unworthy to offer my life-force, so that she could live. And I desired to help her more than anything else. A tear escaped from my eye.
Her features softened, revealing the face of a young woman. “Why do you cry mortal?”
“I’m ashamed of my fear, and I’m saddened that I have nothing to offer you. No way to help you”
“I’ve no time or patience for your petty emotions” she said glancing sideways, at the hunter, I presumed. “But I’m impressed by you devotion to me and your desire to serve, even if it should cost your life.”
“So I offer you a choice” she thought. “You may leave this place with no harm to your person and no memory of this encounter. Or you may stay and have any gift of your choosing after I’ve violated you.”
“It’s not a ‘violation’ mistress, it’s an honor”
“Before you decide look into my eyes for a vision of our encounter”
As I did so the darkness parted and I clearly saw a woman savagely attacking a helpless man, her eyes were wide open and fiercely red as though the fires of hell were escaping from them. Her fangs were fully extended, savagely tearing at the skin of his arm, ripping the muscles looking for a vein. Like a shark in a feeding frenzy. The helpless man was in agony, I was surprised at the fierceness of the attack. I was sick with disgust at the scene and, surprisingly, aroused. I now worshipped her completely and desired her touch beyond all else, even if it should be painful or deadly.
“I’m in a hurry, mortal”, she said aloud, glancing sideways. I won’t take my time or be gentle. I have no concern for your pain, but I’ll keep my word. Decide now – I command you!”
“Use me Goddess, as you will” I said, a little surprised at my sudden conviction (and the old fashioned speech). Secretly I hoped that the pain scene was exaggerated, nad would not be as brutal as the vision promised, but still I desired to help her. Another new development! I was suddenly aware of my own dark desires and morbid fantasies. A smile formed on her face. “As you desire mortal” she said.
I turned my head to the side so as to expose my neck, but she took my arm instead, her touch was ice cold. “I may need you again, besides you’ll get a better view this way.” She opened her mouth, extending her fangs, and quickly plunged them into the skin at the crook of my arm opposite my elbow. At that moment all of my senses were suddenly enhanced. The dark park was filled with light, I shut my eyes it was so bright and I could see through my eyelids. I could hear the river gurgling ahead of us, and the fish swimming within. I could smell and taste the animals and the vegetation around me. I could sense her stalker from his hiding point, and smell the odor of his unclean person. I hated him and wished he were dead. I tried exerting my will to eliminate him to no avail. “You must have patience” she whispered.
My sense of touch was greatly enhanced. She had kept her word. The pain in my arm was excruciating, magnified much more that it would have been otherwise. “What’s wrong with me”, I thought but couldn’t answer as I was suddenly filled with intense sexual desire. My entire being was fully and completely aroused, and the sensation of pain was somehow enjoyable. It was an experience that no mortal man was worthy of having.
Her first bite did not produce much blood. True to her word she did not bother to restart the operation. Instead she tore the skin off with her teeth and ripped into the muscle searching for a vein, feeding and swallowing as she did so, grunting like an animal. After a number of efforts she found a vein, and the blood flowed freely, filling her mouth. She lifted her head briefly so that I could see her for what she was: a superior being, a predator, a goddess, my goddess.
My arousal became almost unbearable in its intensity and pleasure, contrasted by the incredible pain in my arm. My heart and mind were divided on what I wanted. My logical mind desired for the event to finish quickly, for the pain to subsist. My heart desired that the operation continue on with an increased intensity. “Drain me”, I whispered, “Take my life as your own”
“That won’t be necessary” she thought back. “I only take what I need.”
My arousal continued to intensify in pace with the increasing amount of pain as she feed on me, sucking and drinking my blood.
At one point I thought I would have an organism, then instantly the feelings of pleasure became feelings of pain. “That pleasure is denied to you mortal, you’re weak and inferior” she thought. “One feeding isn’t enough to earn that pleasure. I must always be satisfied first. Your pleasure is only at my whim. For this service I reward you only with pain and unfulfilled desire.” “Yes goddess” I replied.
All too soon the feeding was completed. But the pain remained intense until she removed her teeth from my arm. Then my heightened awareness returned to normal. I was completely exhausted and feared the stalker would attack me. “I’ll take of that” she said. “Now you must identify your reward, as I promised earlier.”
I briefly thought about all of the possibilities, wealth, power, social status. Instead, I decided on one simple gift.
“Please, leave your mark on me, so that I’ll always remember this evening.”
She took her finger nail and imbedded it into my chest cutting the skin and drew her initial on my chest – the Letter “L”. She held my face and kissed me, deeply, biting my lip while doing so, licking the blood from my chin.
“Perhaps we’ll meet again.” She said while fleeing the area. Moments later I heard a load scream from behind me. Perhaps it was the stalker… that I would never know.
I dragged myself home to contemplate what occurred that evening and what my fate might be. I had learned some things about myself that would last me through my lifetime. My wounds healed quickly and completely, except for her mark – which has remained an open wound ever since - a constant reminder of that evening and my unfulfilled desire. It was a gift from the goddess.
I’ve never seen her since. I’ve continued to think about her and that special evening. However, I still have hope for another encounter: time is on my side, as I don’t seem to age so fast these days.
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