I guess today has been rather productive after all. So here is the ninth part. I was going to see about resolving it in 13 parts. I'll have to see. Well, at any rate I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Cos I'm really getting quite fond of the old thing.
****Part IX*****
Her father eased out of the recliner and thought, “I must have really been tired.” He padded upstairs in his stocking feet and got ready for the day. Pulling on his standard uniform of jeans and a padded flannel, he started thinking about Fiona. Then he shook his head quickly. She was 16 and bound to be getting into some sort of trouble. That’s all kids did nowadays; it was why he put her in private school. Yes, it was expensive, but hell, it was worth it! From somewhere, a voice told him he needed to ease up on her. He shook his head quickly again. Out loud he said, “A child needs a firm hand.” With that he stomped to her bedroom and pounded on Fiona’s door. “Come out here now!”
She stretched and yawned. Then she glanced at her alarm. “Dad, it’s not even 5:30 yet…”, she tried to put a wheedling tone into her voice. “Unlock that door this instant young lady!!! If you don’t by the time I count to three…” What was she, three years old now? “I will knock this door down. 1….2….” She opened the door a crack. “Dad, can I please put on my robe?” He glared at her…his eyes looked like they were on fire. He started shaking and in a quivery voice raged “Where is your nightgown young lady?” He threw open the door and it slammed into the wall just as she was tightening her robe. She turned around, smiled, kissed his cheek and went downstairs to start breakfast. He just stood there, his mouth gaping open, staring. Then he turned on his heel and stormed down the stairs.
Just as he hit the dining room, she gave him his morning paper and not two seconds later, she set down his coffee just the way he liked it (two creams, one sugar) and a plate of French toast. Shortly afterwards she put down a platter of bacon. Something had to be wrong here, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on it. Oh. She never showed him her left side. “Fiona, get your bones in here!” She popped out of the kitchen…just her face and asked, “Yes Dad? Is the French toast undercooked again? I’ll fix it right away!” “Get out here. All of you. NOW!” With that he slammed the table and the dishes and the silverware jumped. Fiona eased her way out of the kitchen. Meekly she faced him. “I want to see your left side. With her left hand, she nervously pushed up her hair so her neck showed. Quietly she uttered the prayer many teenage girls have said, “Please don’t let him see, please don’t let him see, please don’t let him see…”. “Girl, what’s your problem?” He handled her roughly and peered at her neck. “Nuthin’ there to see. Get back to bed! I’ll clean up.” Maybe he needed glasses after all. She sure as heck was acting like there was something to hide. He grabbed the lunch she prepared him and left to go to work.
Fiona did go back to her bedroom and fell in a sodden heap on her bed. Tears were running down her face. She missed her mother. She missed Kristoff. And for all she knew there was a gaping wound in her heart like there had to be on her neck. But her dad, old fool that he was, didn’t see it. She walked over to her closed door and hung up her robe. In the future she must remember to always hang it up here…especially if her dad came storming in again. She couldn’t believe he had the nerve to that and to grab her so hard. With that thought, she cried again and jumped onto her bed. Burying her head beneath her pillows, Fiona had the most honest cry that she had had in ages. It felt so good when she came up for air. She started getting ready for the day and smiled to herself. She wondered if she had that glow around her.
She stepped down the stairs, almost gleefully. She hadn’t been this excited about going to school since the day before she first experienced the pain of homework. Grabbing Kristoff’s coat, she put it on. She took a deep breath in celebration of her new life and smiled. Maybe it would be weird, but gosh it was worth it!
***
“Do you have an excuse for yesterday young lady?” the school secretary sniffed at Fiona. “Why, well, ummmm….no. No, I don’t!” The secretary glowered at her over her half-glasses. These students thought they could get away with anything. Why in her day…the young lass had some guff, she was looking at her as if she knew precisely what she was thinking (which of course Fiona did). She gave her a note with the much hated “02” code which mean unexcused. Only two of these each semester and you could bet on spending your days at home. Some of the staff, Miss Hornsby included, felt this was much too lenient a policy. Rumor had it though the principal Ms. Hincklestein would be stepping down soon. Then perhaps someone who could show a little more authority could step in…Principal Hornsby had a really nice ring to it. With that thought, she gave Fiona a withering glance and said, “Go to your homeroom child.”
As she walked out of the office, Fiona stuck out her tongue. Miss Hornsby…what a dumb old broad. She pulled open the door to her homeroom. Why did they even make up homeroom? She had a pass that signified her absence wasn’t excused; why did she have to admit that to seven different teachers as well as the stupid secretary? She gave the note to her Mr. Wrekkly and he jotted it down in his book and gave her back the note. She sat down in her usual seat and buried her head in her arms. Her friend Tori tapped her arm. “Hey, that is one far out coat!” Fiona looked up at Tori and grinned, “Yup, it’s my boyfriend’s. Pretty snazzy, eh?” “Boyfriend?!?!” Tori looked at her incredulously. “You never told me you had a boyfriend!”
Fiona giggled. “Well, uh…I have a boyfriend. His name’s Kristoff. He’s really cute.” Tori rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but we all know your taste in guys…” and made a thumbs down gesture. Finally after going through the pledge, the school song, and a prayer, it was time to go the first class. Today that first class was Arts. Tori shared this class with her. “So when did you meet him…and how?” As much as the two joked around, they really didn’t know many guys. There were an occasional few who drifted through the halls of the school; it was only made a co-ed school the year before. Fiona stopped in the middle of the hallway and watched as Tori walked ahead of her. Then Tori stopped and came back. “Ok. There must be something to him if you make a dead stop in the middle of the hallway.” She watched her friend slowly nod and heard her sigh. “I met him by the river two days ago,” she offered nonchalantly. Tori’s eyes bugged. “By the river? Oh my gosh!”
Nobody knew exactly what it was by the river that made parents and teachers say stay away. The problem was it had been like this for a long time. Parents always forbade their children not to go down by the river, but every so often someone got up the courage to go down there. Fiona was one of them. “Did-did-did you see anything unusual?” Tori sputtered out. Fiona laughed as she opened the door to her arts class and pushed Tori in, her mouth still wide open. “I met a very nice guy by the name of Kristoff. Nothing unusual in that is there?”
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Part VIII
Ahhh, storytelling. The gift that just keeps on giving. Merry Christmas one month early everybody. I'm watching a J-Horror flick right now and boy do I wanna cry. English. I got a new to me tv recently and unfortunately at this time I do not have a remote. I have to wait til later in the week. At least I can watch DVDs again. But dubbed versions crack me up. The voices are so bright and cheery, even in the face of death.
****Insert Chapter VIII Here...****
Fiona pulled his coat closer. She didn’t realize just how cold it was when she was with Kristoff. She walked slowly home reveling in her memories as she went. Then she came to her house. Her prison for the next two years. She sighed and pulled on his coat like it was a protective hug. She went up the stairs as though facing the executioner. Her hand reached for the door knob to turn it, but it started turning by itself.
“There you are! I’ve been wondering when you’d turn up. Where did you get that coat?” She hung it up. “Your blouse is completely grass stained on the back? What in God’s name are you up to you little slut?” She just turned around slowly and just smiled at her father as she went upstairs. “Young lady! Fiona! Where do you think…oh just go to your room!!!”
She silently shut her bedroom door and turned on the light. Then Fiona went over to her bed and sat there staring straight ahead. She put her hand under her skirt and touched her thighs and then touched her pussy and quickly snatched it away. She could still feel the moistness of their combined fluids. She slowly walked to the mirror and examined her neck. It was a bit messier than last she checked. Walking into her bathroom, she closed the door. She took out a new white washcloth and turning on the faucet, wet it. As she washed off the blood, her reflection disappeared.
Then she turned on the shower. Her skirt and blouse fell to the floor and she stepped in. Turning her face to the shower, she let it rain down all over her. Then she sat down and cried tears of joy and pain. She didn’t know what life would be like now, except weird.
Again she let the water cascade over her upturned face.
Stepping out, she toweled off. Fiona then turned and looked in the mirror. The towel landed on the floor the precise moment her father heard her scream. He shook his head and kept reading the newspaper. Padding out of the bathroom, she turned to look in her full-length mirror. It was a little odd to see what she saw. Her head was gone, her neck was gone. Her shoulders were gone. Another shriek resonated through the house. As much as she enjoyed becoming a vampire, there were some things that were rather disconcerting to say the least. She pulled down the covers of her bed, but first she thought she should breathe in some of the night air. She pulled up the blind and pulled up the window part way. The night breeze washed across her breasts. Then she turned towards her bed and crawled under the comfort of her covers.
“My sweet. Oh darling…” Fiona shook herself, not believing what she heard. Cautiously she turned over and opened an eye. Nothing. It was complete blackness to her untrained eye. She heard the folding of what seemed to be wings and then footsteps walking stealth fully towards her bed. “Kristoff?” she whispered. “Is that you?” “My father…” “Hush darling, he is sleeping. I tend to have that effect on him when I come in through your window. And yes, it is a deeper sleep, but still…hush.”
“Kristoff, why are you here?” she said, sitting up. She drew her sheet across her chest protectively. “I miss you every moment you are not with me my sweet.” He kissed her cheek. His gaze passed over her face. She smiled. “Well, ummm. Hmmm.” Still reeling from the evening’s events, she wasn’t quite sure just what to say. Nor how to phrase it. She pulled down the covers and patted her hand on the sheet. “Have a seat if you’d like,” she said shyly. He sat down next to her. Suddenly she was feeling quite nervous. “Is it safe to have you here? I know you said it would be a deep sleep, but…” “Fiona, he is sleeping as though dead,” she turned towards him, startled. “He is not dead, merely sleeping as if he were.” As he said this, he slipped out of his shoes.
“Now darling, what do you feel?” he reached down and removed his socks. In answer she reached around and started unbuttoning his shirt for him. He smiled to himself. Kristoff held out his arms so she could take off his shirt. She touched the button on his trousers. He touched her hand lightly and then he stood up. He undid the button and lowered the zipper. His trousers slid to the floor. Kristoff stepped out them and sat down in the bed, pulling the covers up. Then he turned towards Fiona and pulled her into his arms. “You smell so fresh and clean. Now, do you want to get a little dirty?”
She giggled and reached for his organ. At her touch, he stiffened up. “Do you want…should I…?” He shook his head and she lay back on the bed. She opened her legs and he slowly slid in like a snake. She put her arms around him. He started thrusting slowly and started to build speed. Starting to moan and cry out, she received a warning look from Kristoff. Then he whispered, “Even the dead can awaken Fiona.” She hushed and moaned into his shoulder. He continued to press against her as she cried out silently. With a roar, he climaxed as he sank his teeth into her neck. With that she couldn’t help but shout out, “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKK!”
Slowly he stiffened up and as he drank in her blood, he started delivering pleasure to her.
Finally drained, he fell to her side and fell asleep. She curled up and started to think. She knew that life would get weird, but not this weird. Fiona stared out the window at the big full orange moon in the sky and then back at the man by her side. Running her hand along his arm, she started sobbing silently. These weren’t sad tears running down in her face. She was overjoyed that she found someone for her that cared so much for her.
Downstairs, her father stirred when she let loose her epithet. He almost started to waken, but he didn’t quite. His head was filled with thoughts concerning his daughter. He came across as a tough old buzzard, but his heart did have a soft spot for Fiona. She was only 16 and he didn’t know what to think. Fiona was the spitting image of Carolyn and it was difficult to see her when she came home. Lately…well, the past couple of days really, she’d been acting strangely to say the least. Rather mysterious really. He started tossing and turning and let a “Fiona!” which she didn’t hear. Finally his body told him it was almost time to wake up.
Kristoff woke suddenly. He quickly kissed Fiona, ran his fingers through her curls and touched her lightly. She stirred and cried out. As quickly he came, he left. Before changing, Fiona heard “Hush darling…and I love you.”
****Insert Chapter VIII Here...****
Fiona pulled his coat closer. She didn’t realize just how cold it was when she was with Kristoff. She walked slowly home reveling in her memories as she went. Then she came to her house. Her prison for the next two years. She sighed and pulled on his coat like it was a protective hug. She went up the stairs as though facing the executioner. Her hand reached for the door knob to turn it, but it started turning by itself.
“There you are! I’ve been wondering when you’d turn up. Where did you get that coat?” She hung it up. “Your blouse is completely grass stained on the back? What in God’s name are you up to you little slut?” She just turned around slowly and just smiled at her father as she went upstairs. “Young lady! Fiona! Where do you think…oh just go to your room!!!”
She silently shut her bedroom door and turned on the light. Then Fiona went over to her bed and sat there staring straight ahead. She put her hand under her skirt and touched her thighs and then touched her pussy and quickly snatched it away. She could still feel the moistness of their combined fluids. She slowly walked to the mirror and examined her neck. It was a bit messier than last she checked. Walking into her bathroom, she closed the door. She took out a new white washcloth and turning on the faucet, wet it. As she washed off the blood, her reflection disappeared.
Then she turned on the shower. Her skirt and blouse fell to the floor and she stepped in. Turning her face to the shower, she let it rain down all over her. Then she sat down and cried tears of joy and pain. She didn’t know what life would be like now, except weird.
Again she let the water cascade over her upturned face.
Stepping out, she toweled off. Fiona then turned and looked in the mirror. The towel landed on the floor the precise moment her father heard her scream. He shook his head and kept reading the newspaper. Padding out of the bathroom, she turned to look in her full-length mirror. It was a little odd to see what she saw. Her head was gone, her neck was gone. Her shoulders were gone. Another shriek resonated through the house. As much as she enjoyed becoming a vampire, there were some things that were rather disconcerting to say the least. She pulled down the covers of her bed, but first she thought she should breathe in some of the night air. She pulled up the blind and pulled up the window part way. The night breeze washed across her breasts. Then she turned towards her bed and crawled under the comfort of her covers.
“My sweet. Oh darling…” Fiona shook herself, not believing what she heard. Cautiously she turned over and opened an eye. Nothing. It was complete blackness to her untrained eye. She heard the folding of what seemed to be wings and then footsteps walking stealth fully towards her bed. “Kristoff?” she whispered. “Is that you?” “My father…” “Hush darling, he is sleeping. I tend to have that effect on him when I come in through your window. And yes, it is a deeper sleep, but still…hush.”
“Kristoff, why are you here?” she said, sitting up. She drew her sheet across her chest protectively. “I miss you every moment you are not with me my sweet.” He kissed her cheek. His gaze passed over her face. She smiled. “Well, ummm. Hmmm.” Still reeling from the evening’s events, she wasn’t quite sure just what to say. Nor how to phrase it. She pulled down the covers and patted her hand on the sheet. “Have a seat if you’d like,” she said shyly. He sat down next to her. Suddenly she was feeling quite nervous. “Is it safe to have you here? I know you said it would be a deep sleep, but…” “Fiona, he is sleeping as though dead,” she turned towards him, startled. “He is not dead, merely sleeping as if he were.” As he said this, he slipped out of his shoes.
“Now darling, what do you feel?” he reached down and removed his socks. In answer she reached around and started unbuttoning his shirt for him. He smiled to himself. Kristoff held out his arms so she could take off his shirt. She touched the button on his trousers. He touched her hand lightly and then he stood up. He undid the button and lowered the zipper. His trousers slid to the floor. Kristoff stepped out them and sat down in the bed, pulling the covers up. Then he turned towards Fiona and pulled her into his arms. “You smell so fresh and clean. Now, do you want to get a little dirty?”
She giggled and reached for his organ. At her touch, he stiffened up. “Do you want…should I…?” He shook his head and she lay back on the bed. She opened her legs and he slowly slid in like a snake. She put her arms around him. He started thrusting slowly and started to build speed. Starting to moan and cry out, she received a warning look from Kristoff. Then he whispered, “Even the dead can awaken Fiona.” She hushed and moaned into his shoulder. He continued to press against her as she cried out silently. With a roar, he climaxed as he sank his teeth into her neck. With that she couldn’t help but shout out, “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKK!”
Slowly he stiffened up and as he drank in her blood, he started delivering pleasure to her.
Finally drained, he fell to her side and fell asleep. She curled up and started to think. She knew that life would get weird, but not this weird. Fiona stared out the window at the big full orange moon in the sky and then back at the man by her side. Running her hand along his arm, she started sobbing silently. These weren’t sad tears running down in her face. She was overjoyed that she found someone for her that cared so much for her.
Downstairs, her father stirred when she let loose her epithet. He almost started to waken, but he didn’t quite. His head was filled with thoughts concerning his daughter. He came across as a tough old buzzard, but his heart did have a soft spot for Fiona. She was only 16 and he didn’t know what to think. Fiona was the spitting image of Carolyn and it was difficult to see her when she came home. Lately…well, the past couple of days really, she’d been acting strangely to say the least. Rather mysterious really. He started tossing and turning and let a “Fiona!” which she didn’t hear. Finally his body told him it was almost time to wake up.
Kristoff woke suddenly. He quickly kissed Fiona, ran his fingers through her curls and touched her lightly. She stirred and cried out. As quickly he came, he left. Before changing, Fiona heard “Hush darling…and I love you.”
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Same Story, Different Muse
I have to laugh. Every once in a while, there is someone in my life that his or her existence enables me to write. For poetry, it's one person. For stories, it's another. I just want to tell someone thank you for your encouragement and support, quiet as it is. Anyway, enough soppy sweet junk. Or not. Here's more story!
********Part VII********
“Please do not remove this necklace,” Kristoff looked at Fiona darkly. She looked at him a little scared and nodded quietly. “Darling, I’m very serious. It is the key to much of your invulnerability. It’s still true that a stake to your heart can kill you and you still have the garlic allergy, but outside of that you will be seen by mortals as invincible.” He started crying a little as she held the charm in her hand.
“I know you want to know what it says. All I know is that we call it the Vampire’s Prayer.” Again, it was a comfort knowing they weren’t a faithless bunch. It seemed sad that people thought vampires a completely godless bunch. “Fiona, we’re not all so…good. It may be difficult to tell the difference. Remember our first talk where I told you how important it is to be careful above all? It is true with vampires as well. Keep your eyes open and be observant. Now we need to decide what to do about this evening.”
“Well. You know I don’t want to go home if I don’t have to. Yet my father will be suspicious and more than angry if I don’t.” She looked down at the ground and in wheedling tone said, “You can always hypnotize him Kristoff.” His eyes flashed at her darkly and he took a deep breath.
“Fiona. I’ve told you that is never the answer to everything in your relationship with your father. Will he hit you?” She shook her head slowly. “I understand it’s terrible when he yells. Can I ask you something that I realize may be a little hard to talk about Fiona?” She nodded. It had to be the mother question. “Darling, where is your mother?”
Taking a deep breath, Fiona started to talk quickly, “Mom was a beautiful, wonderful woman. The three of us were very happy. It was easier then. She got sick with leukemia when I was seven years old. Dad was devastated beyond belief. Fortunately for her, but unfortunately for us, she died very quickly. Dad hasn’t been the same ever since. At least he recognized an eight year old shouldn’t be cooking. But I’ve been his slave labor almost ever since. He barely used to yell at me, but now that’s his main form of communication, if you can call it that. I hate it.” She then looked up at Kristoff. “Why can’t I marry you now?”
He sighed sadly. “I know you would like that very much, as would I. But education is important. You failed to go to school today if I am not mistaken. Yes, you had a very exciting day yesterday. I know that. But you should have gone to school my…” She interrupted, “I only had 15 minutes to dress and arrive at school. On a good day, it is 13 minutes away.” Kristoff looked at her. She cowed. “Yes, I slept in and had some wonderful dreams,” she added coyly, fluttering her eyelashes at him. “Go to school darling. All of your experiences in this life are for your own good. You need to develop the tough exterior to match your tough interior.” She nodded grudgingly and put her arms around him.
Then she pressed her lips to his and kissed him tenderly. Slowly she opened his mouth with her tongue and gave him a gentle kiss, teasingly circling his tongue with hers. Gingerly, she brought him down to the ground. She unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of shirt. This was the first time she saw his chest. There wasn’t very much hair, but for some reason, that failed to surprise her. Then she slowly undid her blouse. His breathing grew shaky with desire. She removed it and his eyes grew wide, as did his smile. Then she lay down on top of him and kissed him deeply. The moon shone on their bodies and as each opened his or her mouth, it sparkled on the fangs. She could feel him growing beneath her. She reached her hand down and started massaging it. Fiona could feel him grow harder and harder.
She looked down at Kristoff as she did this. He was moaning heavily at her touch. Slowly Fiona removed herself from him, wondering what would happen next. She knew what she wanted. He brought his hand to his trousers’ zipper and slowly zipped it down. Then he undid the button. She helped him slide them down and saw an absolutely perfect specimen of manhood uncurl and stand up at attention. She took his hands and placed them on her panties. He hungrily pulled them down. Then he gently placed his fingers on her and founds she wasn’t just a little wet. He gestured for her to lie down and so she did. First she knowingly pulled up her skirt. Then he kissed her gently and then started to lick her lightly. It tickled! But then his tongue slid across her clitoris and she moaned. Capitalizing on that, he slowly entered her. She gasped. He kissed her and took things slowly, knowing full well she had never experienced this before. Although it was a slow pace, he maintained a steady momentum. He knew both were about to orgasm and he opened his mouth. The fangs grew out and pierced her flesh. As they sank in, she climaxed and he shot off. He steadily drank in her blood and she moaned and writhed as her orgasm continued. Finally he had his fill. He rolled off of her and looked fondly at Fiona.
She looked at him and brushed his cheek with her hand. “That was…nothing like I expected. Thank you.” She could not locate her panties and buttoned up her blouse. It was horribly grass stained, but she didn’t care. He pulled up his trousers and tucked everything in. She had left her blouse unbuttoned quite low. His eyes caressed her breasts one last time. She could swear she almost felt it. She moaned slightly. Then he threw his coat over her shoulders. They slowly walked back up the hill and reached the sidewalk. He kissed her cheek and walked ahead of her. A bat then flew off towards the western skies. She was left with trying to figure out how to explain everything to her father.
********Part VII********
“Please do not remove this necklace,” Kristoff looked at Fiona darkly. She looked at him a little scared and nodded quietly. “Darling, I’m very serious. It is the key to much of your invulnerability. It’s still true that a stake to your heart can kill you and you still have the garlic allergy, but outside of that you will be seen by mortals as invincible.” He started crying a little as she held the charm in her hand.
“I know you want to know what it says. All I know is that we call it the Vampire’s Prayer.” Again, it was a comfort knowing they weren’t a faithless bunch. It seemed sad that people thought vampires a completely godless bunch. “Fiona, we’re not all so…good. It may be difficult to tell the difference. Remember our first talk where I told you how important it is to be careful above all? It is true with vampires as well. Keep your eyes open and be observant. Now we need to decide what to do about this evening.”
“Well. You know I don’t want to go home if I don’t have to. Yet my father will be suspicious and more than angry if I don’t.” She looked down at the ground and in wheedling tone said, “You can always hypnotize him Kristoff.” His eyes flashed at her darkly and he took a deep breath.
“Fiona. I’ve told you that is never the answer to everything in your relationship with your father. Will he hit you?” She shook her head slowly. “I understand it’s terrible when he yells. Can I ask you something that I realize may be a little hard to talk about Fiona?” She nodded. It had to be the mother question. “Darling, where is your mother?”
Taking a deep breath, Fiona started to talk quickly, “Mom was a beautiful, wonderful woman. The three of us were very happy. It was easier then. She got sick with leukemia when I was seven years old. Dad was devastated beyond belief. Fortunately for her, but unfortunately for us, she died very quickly. Dad hasn’t been the same ever since. At least he recognized an eight year old shouldn’t be cooking. But I’ve been his slave labor almost ever since. He barely used to yell at me, but now that’s his main form of communication, if you can call it that. I hate it.” She then looked up at Kristoff. “Why can’t I marry you now?”
He sighed sadly. “I know you would like that very much, as would I. But education is important. You failed to go to school today if I am not mistaken. Yes, you had a very exciting day yesterday. I know that. But you should have gone to school my…” She interrupted, “I only had 15 minutes to dress and arrive at school. On a good day, it is 13 minutes away.” Kristoff looked at her. She cowed. “Yes, I slept in and had some wonderful dreams,” she added coyly, fluttering her eyelashes at him. “Go to school darling. All of your experiences in this life are for your own good. You need to develop the tough exterior to match your tough interior.” She nodded grudgingly and put her arms around him.
Then she pressed her lips to his and kissed him tenderly. Slowly she opened his mouth with her tongue and gave him a gentle kiss, teasingly circling his tongue with hers. Gingerly, she brought him down to the ground. She unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of shirt. This was the first time she saw his chest. There wasn’t very much hair, but for some reason, that failed to surprise her. Then she slowly undid her blouse. His breathing grew shaky with desire. She removed it and his eyes grew wide, as did his smile. Then she lay down on top of him and kissed him deeply. The moon shone on their bodies and as each opened his or her mouth, it sparkled on the fangs. She could feel him growing beneath her. She reached her hand down and started massaging it. Fiona could feel him grow harder and harder.
She looked down at Kristoff as she did this. He was moaning heavily at her touch. Slowly Fiona removed herself from him, wondering what would happen next. She knew what she wanted. He brought his hand to his trousers’ zipper and slowly zipped it down. Then he undid the button. She helped him slide them down and saw an absolutely perfect specimen of manhood uncurl and stand up at attention. She took his hands and placed them on her panties. He hungrily pulled them down. Then he gently placed his fingers on her and founds she wasn’t just a little wet. He gestured for her to lie down and so she did. First she knowingly pulled up her skirt. Then he kissed her gently and then started to lick her lightly. It tickled! But then his tongue slid across her clitoris and she moaned. Capitalizing on that, he slowly entered her. She gasped. He kissed her and took things slowly, knowing full well she had never experienced this before. Although it was a slow pace, he maintained a steady momentum. He knew both were about to orgasm and he opened his mouth. The fangs grew out and pierced her flesh. As they sank in, she climaxed and he shot off. He steadily drank in her blood and she moaned and writhed as her orgasm continued. Finally he had his fill. He rolled off of her and looked fondly at Fiona.
She looked at him and brushed his cheek with her hand. “That was…nothing like I expected. Thank you.” She could not locate her panties and buttoned up her blouse. It was horribly grass stained, but she didn’t care. He pulled up his trousers and tucked everything in. She had left her blouse unbuttoned quite low. His eyes caressed her breasts one last time. She could swear she almost felt it. She moaned slightly. Then he threw his coat over her shoulders. They slowly walked back up the hill and reached the sidewalk. He kissed her cheek and walked ahead of her. A bat then flew off towards the western skies. She was left with trying to figure out how to explain everything to her father.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Yay!!!
Yes dear friends, you don't need to be bored. There is yet another part of this masterpiece awaiting your eyes. And other senses. Enjoy! And...thank you.
***************PART VI*************
She opened her eyes to darkness. Fiona started, as she knew there would be trouble waiting for her at home. She felt a light kiss on her cheek, soon followed by "hello my beauty." She started to melt in his arms.
"Oh Kristoff! You returned...". She held him close and started crying. He wiped her eyes with his handkerchief and then spoke.
"Yes, of course I did." He smiled faintly as he spoke. "Fiona, you have been chosen. You are my intended. Mother and I agree that you must finish this school business first before we are to wed. You have what? Two years? One? How long?" He looked at her imploringly.
"Kristoff, I have just over a year left--well closer to two then one I'm sorry to tell you." Fiona hung her head a bit--her lip trembling as she thought she might start crying again. He drew her close once more and drew her head up. Placing his lips on hers, he began running his hands through her dark and curly hair and then kissed her at first gently and then...he used his tongue and parted Fiona's lips. Their tongues circled each other, slowly as if moving in for the kill. One darted over the other and a moan escaped to the sky above. Fiona soon became aware of a bulge that was only getting bigger as they continued to kiss. She pressed closer to Kristoff whose mouth temporarily moved from hers to let out a sweet, sad sigh and to say, "You're so beautiful!" She shyly used a finger to trace near his bulge. He smiled slowly at her and whispered, "No, not now." Kristoff then touched her neck.
Fiona smiled up at Kristoff. "I see your wounds have healed." She nodded and said, "I'm surprised at how they did. They barely even show after a day." Kristoff smiled at her. "Well, yes Fiona. You'll develop this over time too. Of course it's more of a physical change. You heard my heart beat. I still bleed--I suppose the blood has metamorphosed somehow. I really don't know the details."
Smiling she said, "Well it certainly has enhanced my beauty. Thank you." He shook his head slowly. "My dear, you have always been beautiful. Feeling my strong desires for you--and *ahem* seeing them, has helped you see what was there all along. For that, I am happy for you." He drew her face to his. He lightly kissed her on the lips, then parted her lips with his tongue. He spun his tongue around hers, and her world spun in turn. She broke away and he raised an eyebrow. "Kristoff, I'm late. Dad is back to normal and I don't want to face him. If anything, he is worse." "Fiona, am understanding correctly that you don't want to go home?" Naturally she nodded and started to cry. As he wiped away her tears, he continued to speak. "Darling, I cannot clone you. Nor would I want to. Why? You are a unique and beautiful young woman and I want to be the only man who has you."
She took his arm off of her and started to back away, suddenly feeling very unsure for the first time. Suddenly she stopped. And looked up. Kristoff was crying red tears. Slowly they left the corner of his eyes, dribbled down his milk white cheeks, down his chin and plopped onto the ground with a hiss.
In an obviously choked voice he said, "I'm painfully aware of how possessive that must sound. You are a treasure to behold. Please take this..." and with a flourish presented her with a gift wrapped box--silver with a red ribbon "with my sincerest devotions. I-I love you. More than almost any man." She took the box and softly whispered a thank you. She took her time in removing the paper and trim so she could save it. She found an exquisitely carved ebony box. Delicately she opened the silver-hinged box and heard a beautiful tune that was hauntingly familiar. Inside was a necklace. She picked it up by the maroon velvet ribbon and looked at the charm. Kristoff took it from her and placed around her neck. It was true now; she now his...forever.
***************PART VI*************
She opened her eyes to darkness. Fiona started, as she knew there would be trouble waiting for her at home. She felt a light kiss on her cheek, soon followed by "hello my beauty." She started to melt in his arms.
"Oh Kristoff! You returned...". She held him close and started crying. He wiped her eyes with his handkerchief and then spoke.
"Yes, of course I did." He smiled faintly as he spoke. "Fiona, you have been chosen. You are my intended. Mother and I agree that you must finish this school business first before we are to wed. You have what? Two years? One? How long?" He looked at her imploringly.
"Kristoff, I have just over a year left--well closer to two then one I'm sorry to tell you." Fiona hung her head a bit--her lip trembling as she thought she might start crying again. He drew her close once more and drew her head up. Placing his lips on hers, he began running his hands through her dark and curly hair and then kissed her at first gently and then...he used his tongue and parted Fiona's lips. Their tongues circled each other, slowly as if moving in for the kill. One darted over the other and a moan escaped to the sky above. Fiona soon became aware of a bulge that was only getting bigger as they continued to kiss. She pressed closer to Kristoff whose mouth temporarily moved from hers to let out a sweet, sad sigh and to say, "You're so beautiful!" She shyly used a finger to trace near his bulge. He smiled slowly at her and whispered, "No, not now." Kristoff then touched her neck.
Fiona smiled up at Kristoff. "I see your wounds have healed." She nodded and said, "I'm surprised at how they did. They barely even show after a day." Kristoff smiled at her. "Well, yes Fiona. You'll develop this over time too. Of course it's more of a physical change. You heard my heart beat. I still bleed--I suppose the blood has metamorphosed somehow. I really don't know the details."
Smiling she said, "Well it certainly has enhanced my beauty. Thank you." He shook his head slowly. "My dear, you have always been beautiful. Feeling my strong desires for you--and *ahem* seeing them, has helped you see what was there all along. For that, I am happy for you." He drew her face to his. He lightly kissed her on the lips, then parted her lips with his tongue. He spun his tongue around hers, and her world spun in turn. She broke away and he raised an eyebrow. "Kristoff, I'm late. Dad is back to normal and I don't want to face him. If anything, he is worse." "Fiona, am understanding correctly that you don't want to go home?" Naturally she nodded and started to cry. As he wiped away her tears, he continued to speak. "Darling, I cannot clone you. Nor would I want to. Why? You are a unique and beautiful young woman and I want to be the only man who has you."
She took his arm off of her and started to back away, suddenly feeling very unsure for the first time. Suddenly she stopped. And looked up. Kristoff was crying red tears. Slowly they left the corner of his eyes, dribbled down his milk white cheeks, down his chin and plopped onto the ground with a hiss.
In an obviously choked voice he said, "I'm painfully aware of how possessive that must sound. You are a treasure to behold. Please take this..." and with a flourish presented her with a gift wrapped box--silver with a red ribbon "with my sincerest devotions. I-I love you. More than almost any man." She took the box and softly whispered a thank you. She took her time in removing the paper and trim so she could save it. She found an exquisitely carved ebony box. Delicately she opened the silver-hinged box and heard a beautiful tune that was hauntingly familiar. Inside was a necklace. She picked it up by the maroon velvet ribbon and looked at the charm. Kristoff took it from her and placed around her neck. It was true now; she now his...forever.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Ok. I'm Back.
I had a good time on vacation. My nephews drove me crazy, but I love them because they are sweet. I got my hairs cut and I think the new length surprised some people, but I haven't had any disparaging remarks really. I do have good news oh ye faithful followers. I did get annoyed enough that I had time in my room to start AND finish part 5. I've started part 6 as well. That may be a little strained and take some time. We'll see. Anyway, thanks for reading and full speed ahead buckaroos!!!!
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"FI-O-NA!!!"
Her dad was feeling normal again obviously. Back to his bellowing bull ways. She put on a robe and went to the top of the stars. Clutching it closely to her, she shivered and let out a quavery, "Yes Dad?"
He came to the bottom of the stairs and glared at her until she thought his eyes would pop out of his head. She started descending the stairs slowly...all the while thinking whether it was the smart thing to do. "Would you like breakfast Dad?" He nodded shortly and pointed towards the kitchen. Making sure he couldn't see, she rolled her eyes. He knew how to cook; why did he have to holler for her at 5:30 to make him breakfast One of those sweet mysteries n lie that she wouldn't understand ever.
"Dad-what do you want for breakfast today?" She looked through the fridge to make sure she had all the basics available to her. He tromped in and made a demand. How unusual.
"I want an omelet with steak, onions, peppers, mushrooms and cheese--inside and out. Cook up some potatoes too." Dang he was hungry as a horse. Grant you, he worked like one as well. She took everything out that she needed and started chopping. His breakfast turned out well enough. She put the plate together and poured him some orange juice. Then she made him some toast, grudgingly kissed his cheek and said, "Please enjoy and put the dishes in the sink when you're done. Have a good day at work and I will see you when I get home."
"Yes, and you better trot right home after school Missy!" he snapped. She nodded slowly and walked up the stairs and flew into her room, slamming the door and locking it shut. "FI-O-NA!!!" came up the stairs in a warning tone. He was mad at her for some reason even though she did everything as asked.
She took off her robe and threw it on the floor. Then she stood in front of the mirror--a bit hesitantly after the probing Kristoff's mother put her through the previous evening. Some of the least embarrassing measurements were height (5'5") and width--well she had measured her waist (28"). She have a pretty figure she admitted to herself--if not a bit voluptuous. Her breasts were full and perfectly perky and tipped with rosy brown nipples. All of her skin was gorgeously pale. She spun around and pressed up and down to stand tippy-toe to admire her legs and calf muscles. Her bottom wasn't so bad either. Then after he roared away in his car, Fiona bounced a couple of times on the bed, fell down, and went back to sleep.
Soon visions of Kristoff danced in her head. She felt his smooth fingers caressing her naked flesh. Fiona let out a moan and stroked her neck. She felt his kisses...leading to her neck. Rolling her head to one side, his teeth sunk into her neck. He played with her pussy, sliding his fingers n and out, and she moaned again. And again. Kristoff pulled out his fangs and she bucked and arched her back. Fiona shouted "YES!!!" and then woke again. She ran to the mirror, but no fresh wounds appeared, although she was thoroughly wet. She needed to bathe, but...she liked the moistness between her legs. What to do?
She decided to take a shower, disappointed it had all been a dream. The shower had a built in seat and she sat there crying to herself. The waters mixed and they spun down the drain, a crimson red. She failed to notice this though as she was feeling so sad.
She dried off and saw she had about 15 minutes to be dressed and get to school. Why bother? She wasn't that fond of school as it was. The shoe trouble was the least of her woes. She was seen as a bit...odd by most of the staff which meant they picked on her a lot. Only one did not-for she was a little strange herself. This was Miss Kastic. She taught the arts class (naturally). She didn't have arts today, so since there would be no sweet reprieve from the teasing, she thought she would stay home. Fiona settled back in bed and prepared to dream.
Again she dreamed of Kristoff. Fiona had no doubts as to whether or not he loved her. He touched her gently and she would press her head to his chest to listen to his heart and feel his breathing move his chest in and out. He held her softly and tenderly and whisper as he spoke. As she dreamed she curled up in a ball and mewed softly. She then woke up and went downstairs. It was time to clean up the mess from breakfast that her father had thoughtfully left behind and then made her favorite lunch. This was homemade macaroni and cheese. She made sure to clean everything up so her father wouldn't know. Then she decided to put on her (yuck!) school clothes and go by the river again.
She went down there slowly, kicking at stones as she went. Finally she stepped diagonally down the hill, crossed the grass and watched the sun sparkling on the river. Mindlessly she started skipping stones across the clear waters. Next thing she knew, she fell down in tears. Fiona then whispered, "Kristoff, where are you?" and cried some more.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Yes...Another Part
Okay, I'm really sorry folks, but I will be taking a leave of absence from my Utah life. Yes. Vacation. Below you will find the last part--for now. I may write while on vacation, but I will post it later.
Part IV
Fiona slowly went up the porch stairs. There were only three steps and it took ten minutes. She twisted the door knob, unsure of what she would find on the other side. She know if she wanted to know.
Upon opening the door, she found herself standing face to face with her father! She put her hands to her mouth, a defense mechanism she developed as a child. "Yes dad?" She was quaking.
"Did you just get home?" He didn't growl or bellow it.
"No. I got home earlier and then I went for a walk after dinner. You said it would be fine." She glanced hopefully at her father. He sighed a little and ran his left hand through his hair.
"Well, okay. Just not so late the next time honey. And before you do your homework...who ate here with us?" Oh yeah. The plates. And glasses. And silverware.
"That was Kristoff. My friend." She put a hand to his forehead and asked as sincerely as she could, "Are you feeling ok Dad?" He did seem a little warm. Hmmm.
"I really don't think so...ummm...would you mind cleaning up for me Fiona?" He usually never asked; he just expected it. Her father gave her a small smile and then kissed her forehead. He looked at her neck and noticed the small wounds. "Sweetheart, are you developing allergies?"
She smiled (hopefully reassuringly) ad said, "Yeah Dad, you could say that." Afterwards she chuckled and absently placed her hand on her neck. "Now scoot off to bed Dad; I'll take care of everything and then do my homework. I promise." Jokingly she gave him a swift sharp salute which he weakly returned. Then he headed upstairs to bed.
Fiona cleared the table and put the tablecloth in the hamper. The she loaded the dishwasher and set it to start in an hour to allow her father some time to sleep before it turned on. It was a little noisy and he was a light sleeper. The she got her book bag and sat down at the table. She spent about 15 minutes in a mooney daze. Mrs. Kristoff... She couldn't believe she would be getting married so young. He was handsome and wonderful so far. If he was 300...what kind of equivalent would that be to mere mortal years?
Mmm. Homework. Yuck!
Fortunately she only had to read a chapter in some Bram Stoker book and solve a few problems in Algebra II. After that was done, she turned to the computer. No, information was bound to be wrong at best. She walked slowly up the stairs, again her hand absently playing at the wounds.
Fiona went into the bathroom and did her business. Then she stood at the vanity looking at the mirror. This mirror seemed dirty too as she could barely see herself. She then started scratching her head, wondering why all these mirrors were so dirty.
Oh. Yeah.
They weren't dirty.
Maybe her transformation wasn't complete yet. But it was clear she was well on her way to becoming a vampire.
She let out a deep breath and said, "Oh boy. This could get weird."
Part IV
Fiona slowly went up the porch stairs. There were only three steps and it took ten minutes. She twisted the door knob, unsure of what she would find on the other side. She know if she wanted to know.
Upon opening the door, she found herself standing face to face with her father! She put her hands to her mouth, a defense mechanism she developed as a child. "Yes dad?" She was quaking.
"Did you just get home?" He didn't growl or bellow it.
"No. I got home earlier and then I went for a walk after dinner. You said it would be fine." She glanced hopefully at her father. He sighed a little and ran his left hand through his hair.
"Well, okay. Just not so late the next time honey. And before you do your homework...who ate here with us?" Oh yeah. The plates. And glasses. And silverware.
"That was Kristoff. My friend." She put a hand to his forehead and asked as sincerely as she could, "Are you feeling ok Dad?" He did seem a little warm. Hmmm.
"I really don't think so...ummm...would you mind cleaning up for me Fiona?" He usually never asked; he just expected it. Her father gave her a small smile and then kissed her forehead. He looked at her neck and noticed the small wounds. "Sweetheart, are you developing allergies?"
She smiled (hopefully reassuringly) ad said, "Yeah Dad, you could say that." Afterwards she chuckled and absently placed her hand on her neck. "Now scoot off to bed Dad; I'll take care of everything and then do my homework. I promise." Jokingly she gave him a swift sharp salute which he weakly returned. Then he headed upstairs to bed.
Fiona cleared the table and put the tablecloth in the hamper. The she loaded the dishwasher and set it to start in an hour to allow her father some time to sleep before it turned on. It was a little noisy and he was a light sleeper. The she got her book bag and sat down at the table. She spent about 15 minutes in a mooney daze. Mrs. Kristoff... She couldn't believe she would be getting married so young. He was handsome and wonderful so far. If he was 300...what kind of equivalent would that be to mere mortal years?
Mmm. Homework. Yuck!
Fortunately she only had to read a chapter in some Bram Stoker book and solve a few problems in Algebra II. After that was done, she turned to the computer. No, information was bound to be wrong at best. She walked slowly up the stairs, again her hand absently playing at the wounds.
Fiona went into the bathroom and did her business. Then she stood at the vanity looking at the mirror. This mirror seemed dirty too as she could barely see herself. She then started scratching her head, wondering why all these mirrors were so dirty.
Oh. Yeah.
They weren't dirty.
Maybe her transformation wasn't complete yet. But it was clear she was well on her way to becoming a vampire.
She let out a deep breath and said, "Oh boy. This could get weird."
Sometimes...
Work gets slow. Today I finished off the third and fourth parts. This is becoming addictive. Anyway, I'll see you all on the other side.
Part III
Kristoff turned to her and raised an eyebrow as her dad kept shoveling in his dinner. "I will need to talk to you later about something." She nodded and noted his steak was just barely kissed by the heat.
Needless to say there was much sneezing during the meal, but her father did not seem to pay much attention. He was more into his food then paying attention to his daughter and his guest. It did taste good, but her nose was starting to get sore. Kristoff's nose was a little red at the tip as well. Finally, dinner ended.
"Dad, do you mind if we take a walk?" He smiled brightly and shook his head. Hopefully she could learn this hypnosis thing fast; it wold really improve their relationship. She scooted her chair back and got up, pushing it back under the table. Kristoff looked a little weak and she went over to help him.
They went outside where it was now very dark. There was a new moon and the stars were the only light with the exception of the occasional street light. Again, they worked their way down to the river. She was feeling so excited!
They sat down and she turned towards him. "Ah, but first we must talk." She nodded and frowned a bit. "But do not worry my beauty, there is much to anticipate." There she smiled brightly. "As you know we were both sneezing at dinner this evening. We are cursed with an allergy to this beautiful bulb. Your allergy is only slight at this time. But as time passes by, it will grow stronger. This is why we cannot stand garlic. We actually can eat a little and enjoy the flavor; it will not kill us unless there is too much." Naturally she asked how much too much was. He shrugged and sighed. Then he spoke again, "I don't know. That remains to be seen. I believe it varies by individual. Do be careful beauty.
"There are many rumors about us. They say we cannot stand the sight of a crucifix. We turn because we are crying for His pain. Silver bullets have no effect in killing us.Stakes to the heart--well, my sweet, yes this is true. It does not have to have wood from the original cross. Any ordinary wood does the trick I must admit. Even pressboard. Holy water...well, I have no personal experience with this one, but I think it has much the same effect as the crucifix. For now, do not risk it!"
He continued, "Beauty, do not abuse your powers. Yes tonight I had your father under hypnosis to make the evening go smoothly. He was rather gruff when I met him. So I can only imagine what he must be like. I know you"--she started--"would like to have him like he was tonight always. But no. Yes, we can read minds. Again, please do not abuse this. There is the the gift of transformation as well, but this must be developed over time. Be careful. I suppose those words of caution are basically what I'm trying to tell you at this time: above all, BE CAREFUL."
He signed. "I think you will. Otherwise I would not have chosen you."
She rolled over to be closer to him. "I will be careful Kristoff," and swiftly kissed his cheek. He held her face and moved his face to meet hers. They kissed. Their tongues caressed each other and he slipped his hand under her louse. She removed his hand and started to unbutton it instead. He stopped her and placed his hand under her blouse. She removed his hand and started to unbutton it instead. He stopped her and placed his hand underneath once more. First he rubbed her stomach--feeling its smoothness with his hand. He then slowly worked his way towards her left breast. At his touch, she slowly bloomed. It was as though she was waking up; she stretched and turned to face him. He smiled and then licked his lips.
She closed her eyes and at the touch of him on her neck, her back promptly arched. She turned her head to one side and turned her neck. It was such a pleasure...nothing was its equal. He continued to play with her breasts and she moaned as he drank more from her. Then he stopped and held a finger to his lips. There was a noise from something or someone. And then a howl.
Kristoff removed his hand from under his blouse and stopped sucking at her neck. Again he had blood left on his mouth. She got up to lick it away, but he motioned or her to stop. "Please go back to the ground," he whispered. She nodded and laid back down.
The wolf came over and then licked at her neck. She giggled softly. Then the wolf turned into a beautiful woman. She nervously started wondering if this was a friend, mother, daughter, lover.... "Maman...what a joy to see you this fine evening," Kristoff spoke softly. Her mind started to slow down. Just his mother.
"What ARE you doing young man?" She was 600 year old to his mere 300 and if using mortal math, this seems not quite right, vampires are just that. He looked at the older woman and hung his head.
"I'm sorry. She was just so beautiful--but nowhere near as beautiful as you "Maman." With that he looked up at his mother imploringly. "I thought you wanted our family to begin growing. And it has...she has started the transformation already. Open your mouth love."
First she touched her incisors with her tongue. He was right. She turned to his mother and dutifully opened her mouth. "Oh how lovely. What cute little fangs on such a cute little girl." She grew incensed and almost yelled that she was a mature young lady. Quickly she received a message from Kristoff reminding her that it wasn't quite the right thing to do at the time, so she simply closed her mouth. Instead she put out her hand and said it as a pleasure to meet her.
"I would say likewise, but that would be lying!" spat Kristoff's mother. "I did say it was time to add to the family, but you're not exactly what I had in mind!" She looked at his mother oddly. She was 16 years old, beautiful (so Kristoff said), and a virgin. What was wrong with her? She had the perfect coloring...pale, long, brunette hair. She just couldn't understand. So she turned to his mother, first standing next to Kristoff for comfort.
"I"m sorry ma'am. I realize I'm not what you had in mind. But I'm rather puzzled as I'm only 16, a virgin and told I'm beautiful. What don't you like?"
The woman looked deeply into the younger woman's eyes. Then she drew closer. "Fine. You there, come with me!" She then marched off to a thicket of bushes. Kristoff kissed his young love's forehead and nodded that she best go. Quickly she left his side and followed his mother.
"I will get a better look here," said the older woman upon her arrival. "There is such a thing as too young. You are rather polite so that's a plus on your side," she spoke grimacing. "What's your name child?"
"Fiona Carolyn Bowers," she said meekly. She looked up at his mother, but just a little. Suddenly she felt more shy than she ever had in her life.
"Okay. I like Fiona and it does suit you. Well, hmmmph." She gave a cursory look at her. Then she suddenly snapped her fingers and shot out the next order, "Undress child!" Fiona's head shot up and looked at his mother in the eye. She could see the old thing wasn't kidding.
Slowly she took off her blazer and unbuttoned her blouse. Then she undid the zipper of her skirt. She shook off her blouse and pulled don the skirt, leaving her in her bra and panties and nylons and shoes. "Everything!" was roared at her. Fiona couldn't help but cry a little. "Oh would you HUSH???" Fiona stood before the older vampire. Then she received a very close exam. She was measured everywhere in such an uncomfortably intimate way. At last the vampire barked, "Don your clothes! We will go talk to my errant son now."
Fiona ran over to be with Kristoff. He hugged her tightly and whispered, "Are you alright my sweet?" She nodded but he could see the tears streaming silently down her cheeks. He wiped them away and then spoke to his mother, "Maman, what did you do?"
"I simply looked the child over Kristoff; if you are to wed is it not only proper?" She looked at her son coldly. He nodded a yes.
"But Maman, must it still be done? I think you have frightened dear Fiona a bit." He stood his ground firmly as looked at his mother.
"Oh yes. It must. In order to prepare...things," she said offering Fiona her first smile. With that, she disappeared and became a wolf. Then she loped off to the south.
"Must we marry soon?" Fiona gazed up at Kristoff as she spoke. Kristoff shrugged and then spoke.
"I don't know. You are 16, but we've only just met. Plus, you haven't quite completed your transformation just yet. So we should have a few more meetings of this kind and perhaps some in your father's home. I was invited, remember?"
She grinned at him and nodded. Then she asked, "Ummm, how long does the hypnosis last?" She was incredibly nervous.
He looked off at the stars as he answered, "Only for as long as I am there. But now, you must be go back on your own. He will not remember anything. Good luck my sweet." He kissed her once more and then released her.
Fiona trudged home to face the music.
Part III
Kristoff turned to her and raised an eyebrow as her dad kept shoveling in his dinner. "I will need to talk to you later about something." She nodded and noted his steak was just barely kissed by the heat.
Needless to say there was much sneezing during the meal, but her father did not seem to pay much attention. He was more into his food then paying attention to his daughter and his guest. It did taste good, but her nose was starting to get sore. Kristoff's nose was a little red at the tip as well. Finally, dinner ended.
"Dad, do you mind if we take a walk?" He smiled brightly and shook his head. Hopefully she could learn this hypnosis thing fast; it wold really improve their relationship. She scooted her chair back and got up, pushing it back under the table. Kristoff looked a little weak and she went over to help him.
They went outside where it was now very dark. There was a new moon and the stars were the only light with the exception of the occasional street light. Again, they worked their way down to the river. She was feeling so excited!
They sat down and she turned towards him. "Ah, but first we must talk." She nodded and frowned a bit. "But do not worry my beauty, there is much to anticipate." There she smiled brightly. "As you know we were both sneezing at dinner this evening. We are cursed with an allergy to this beautiful bulb. Your allergy is only slight at this time. But as time passes by, it will grow stronger. This is why we cannot stand garlic. We actually can eat a little and enjoy the flavor; it will not kill us unless there is too much." Naturally she asked how much too much was. He shrugged and sighed. Then he spoke again, "I don't know. That remains to be seen. I believe it varies by individual. Do be careful beauty.
"There are many rumors about us. They say we cannot stand the sight of a crucifix. We turn because we are crying for His pain. Silver bullets have no effect in killing us.Stakes to the heart--well, my sweet, yes this is true. It does not have to have wood from the original cross. Any ordinary wood does the trick I must admit. Even pressboard. Holy water...well, I have no personal experience with this one, but I think it has much the same effect as the crucifix. For now, do not risk it!"
He continued, "Beauty, do not abuse your powers. Yes tonight I had your father under hypnosis to make the evening go smoothly. He was rather gruff when I met him. So I can only imagine what he must be like. I know you"--she started--"would like to have him like he was tonight always. But no. Yes, we can read minds. Again, please do not abuse this. There is the the gift of transformation as well, but this must be developed over time. Be careful. I suppose those words of caution are basically what I'm trying to tell you at this time: above all, BE CAREFUL."
He signed. "I think you will. Otherwise I would not have chosen you."
She rolled over to be closer to him. "I will be careful Kristoff," and swiftly kissed his cheek. He held her face and moved his face to meet hers. They kissed. Their tongues caressed each other and he slipped his hand under her louse. She removed his hand and started to unbutton it instead. He stopped her and placed his hand under her blouse. She removed his hand and started to unbutton it instead. He stopped her and placed his hand underneath once more. First he rubbed her stomach--feeling its smoothness with his hand. He then slowly worked his way towards her left breast. At his touch, she slowly bloomed. It was as though she was waking up; she stretched and turned to face him. He smiled and then licked his lips.
She closed her eyes and at the touch of him on her neck, her back promptly arched. She turned her head to one side and turned her neck. It was such a pleasure...nothing was its equal. He continued to play with her breasts and she moaned as he drank more from her. Then he stopped and held a finger to his lips. There was a noise from something or someone. And then a howl.
Kristoff removed his hand from under his blouse and stopped sucking at her neck. Again he had blood left on his mouth. She got up to lick it away, but he motioned or her to stop. "Please go back to the ground," he whispered. She nodded and laid back down.
The wolf came over and then licked at her neck. She giggled softly. Then the wolf turned into a beautiful woman. She nervously started wondering if this was a friend, mother, daughter, lover.... "Maman...what a joy to see you this fine evening," Kristoff spoke softly. Her mind started to slow down. Just his mother.
"What ARE you doing young man?" She was 600 year old to his mere 300 and if using mortal math, this seems not quite right, vampires are just that. He looked at the older woman and hung his head.
"I'm sorry. She was just so beautiful--but nowhere near as beautiful as you "Maman." With that he looked up at his mother imploringly. "I thought you wanted our family to begin growing. And it has...she has started the transformation already. Open your mouth love."
First she touched her incisors with her tongue. He was right. She turned to his mother and dutifully opened her mouth. "Oh how lovely. What cute little fangs on such a cute little girl." She grew incensed and almost yelled that she was a mature young lady. Quickly she received a message from Kristoff reminding her that it wasn't quite the right thing to do at the time, so she simply closed her mouth. Instead she put out her hand and said it as a pleasure to meet her.
"I would say likewise, but that would be lying!" spat Kristoff's mother. "I did say it was time to add to the family, but you're not exactly what I had in mind!" She looked at his mother oddly. She was 16 years old, beautiful (so Kristoff said), and a virgin. What was wrong with her? She had the perfect coloring...pale, long, brunette hair. She just couldn't understand. So she turned to his mother, first standing next to Kristoff for comfort.
"I"m sorry ma'am. I realize I'm not what you had in mind. But I'm rather puzzled as I'm only 16, a virgin and told I'm beautiful. What don't you like?"
The woman looked deeply into the younger woman's eyes. Then she drew closer. "Fine. You there, come with me!" She then marched off to a thicket of bushes. Kristoff kissed his young love's forehead and nodded that she best go. Quickly she left his side and followed his mother.
"I will get a better look here," said the older woman upon her arrival. "There is such a thing as too young. You are rather polite so that's a plus on your side," she spoke grimacing. "What's your name child?"
"Fiona Carolyn Bowers," she said meekly. She looked up at his mother, but just a little. Suddenly she felt more shy than she ever had in her life.
"Okay. I like Fiona and it does suit you. Well, hmmmph." She gave a cursory look at her. Then she suddenly snapped her fingers and shot out the next order, "Undress child!" Fiona's head shot up and looked at his mother in the eye. She could see the old thing wasn't kidding.
Slowly she took off her blazer and unbuttoned her blouse. Then she undid the zipper of her skirt. She shook off her blouse and pulled don the skirt, leaving her in her bra and panties and nylons and shoes. "Everything!" was roared at her. Fiona couldn't help but cry a little. "Oh would you HUSH???" Fiona stood before the older vampire. Then she received a very close exam. She was measured everywhere in such an uncomfortably intimate way. At last the vampire barked, "Don your clothes! We will go talk to my errant son now."
Fiona ran over to be with Kristoff. He hugged her tightly and whispered, "Are you alright my sweet?" She nodded but he could see the tears streaming silently down her cheeks. He wiped them away and then spoke to his mother, "Maman, what did you do?"
"I simply looked the child over Kristoff; if you are to wed is it not only proper?" She looked at her son coldly. He nodded a yes.
"But Maman, must it still be done? I think you have frightened dear Fiona a bit." He stood his ground firmly as looked at his mother.
"Oh yes. It must. In order to prepare...things," she said offering Fiona her first smile. With that, she disappeared and became a wolf. Then she loped off to the south.
"Must we marry soon?" Fiona gazed up at Kristoff as she spoke. Kristoff shrugged and then spoke.
"I don't know. You are 16, but we've only just met. Plus, you haven't quite completed your transformation just yet. So we should have a few more meetings of this kind and perhaps some in your father's home. I was invited, remember?"
She grinned at him and nodded. Then she asked, "Ummm, how long does the hypnosis last?" She was incredibly nervous.
He looked off at the stars as he answered, "Only for as long as I am there. But now, you must be go back on your own. He will not remember anything. Good luck my sweet." He kissed her once more and then released her.
Fiona trudged home to face the music.
Monday, November 3, 2008
If Christmas Can Last All Year...
I decided to continue the story. I hope it works. I decided to write the great American short story. If this continues to develop, oh my. So let me continue to torture you.
She took out her mirror to check the wound out. Holding it near neck, she saw he was certainly a true gentleman of a vampire. He treated her with respect the whole time. Then she noticed something else...it couldn't be...the mirror had to be dirty.
She reached the sidewalk and started to run as fast as she could. First of all she knew trouble may well be waiting when she got home; she wasn't even sure what time it was. While the bite was small, it was still perceivable, especially to her father's eyes. She wore it like a blue ribbon prize, with such pride, BUT that didn't mean she wanted to be yelled at for the rest of the evening. Secondly, it had to be late. He'd yell at her anyway and most likely treat her like she was six years old--send her to bed without any supper. She was hungry! Her father did make a beautiful steak in a rosemary marinade with a buttery baked potato. Oh man. Perhaps if she behaved sweetly, covered the wound...and massaged her shoulders (eww!), she could get that for dinner. Rare of course! Wait a second, she liked her steak well done. Okay, something seemed to be happening.
She reached the house. Took a deep breath. The porch light was on, as were other lights. She took another deep breath and twisted the doorknob. Tentatively she took a step inside the door and in a tone braver than she felt, called, "Dad, I'm home!!" He came down the stairs in a much lighter mood than she expected. Especially since the clock read seven o'clock already and she should have been home at 3:30. He gave her a hug and a kiss (what???)and said, "Welcome home beautiful!" She returned the hug and kiss rather quizzically. "How does steak sound honey?"
"Well, I guess you read my mind Dad." No word about the late hour. Something WAS weird. "Oh, and, umm...make my steak medium rare." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Look in the living room; we have a guest for dinner." They never had guests. He usually threw something together and expected her to be tantalized. Steak was his thing, but it was rare he made it. "Go into the living room and talk with him; he's rather interesting. I met him on the way home."
She slowly walked into the living room. And smiled. It was her handsome stranger. This explained everything. Sitting down next to him, she suck a quick peck on his cheek. He turned and shook his head a little, frowning. So she attempted a little conversation. Now he smiled somewhat.
"So you've met my father?" He nodded. "Well, that's good." Again, a nod. "I know you hypnotized him." A third nod. "So what did you tell him about yourself? I barely know anything..."; he placed a finger to her lips.
"Well, you know the most important thing about me. But not all, that is true. It may be that you know more than your father though." He smiled briefly and continued as good smells wafted from the kitchen. "My name, as I'm sure you've been dying to know, is Kristoff Kulivic. I am originially from Bulgaria, having been born there approximately 350 years ago, give or take a decade." At that she smiled briefly and then covered her mouth as she giggled. He removed her hand and smiled at her. "That is delightul; never hide that." She smiled again.
She turned to face him and ask him another question. "Well when did..." "Dinner's ready!" She started to stand up and he put out his hand to her and helped her up. He was really such a gentleman. Then she showed him the way to the dining room.
Everything looked delicious. The steak smelled divine and the potatoes perfect. Her father indicated which was her and she pierced it with the serving fork. A little blood appeared to run out. She licked her lips. Then she plopped it onto her plate. Grinning she reached for a baked potato. "Dad, this all looks so wonderful." Kristoff agreed, nodding. She took a bite. And promptly sneezed. He did the same, except more violently.
"Oh yes, I used a little garlic this time."
Part II
She started towards home by the light of the full moon. Nothing had prepared her for this feeling; it was so delicious she wished she could experience it again and again. And blood, well her blood, didn't taste half bad either.
She took out her mirror to check the wound out. Holding it near neck, she saw he was certainly a true gentleman of a vampire. He treated her with respect the whole time. Then she noticed something else...it couldn't be...the mirror had to be dirty.
She reached the sidewalk and started to run as fast as she could. First of all she knew trouble may well be waiting when she got home; she wasn't even sure what time it was. While the bite was small, it was still perceivable, especially to her father's eyes. She wore it like a blue ribbon prize, with such pride, BUT that didn't mean she wanted to be yelled at for the rest of the evening. Secondly, it had to be late. He'd yell at her anyway and most likely treat her like she was six years old--send her to bed without any supper. She was hungry! Her father did make a beautiful steak in a rosemary marinade with a buttery baked potato. Oh man. Perhaps if she behaved sweetly, covered the wound...and massaged her shoulders (eww!), she could get that for dinner. Rare of course! Wait a second, she liked her steak well done. Okay, something seemed to be happening.
She reached the house. Took a deep breath. The porch light was on, as were other lights. She took another deep breath and twisted the doorknob. Tentatively she took a step inside the door and in a tone braver than she felt, called, "Dad, I'm home!!" He came down the stairs in a much lighter mood than she expected. Especially since the clock read seven o'clock already and she should have been home at 3:30. He gave her a hug and a kiss (what???)and said, "Welcome home beautiful!" She returned the hug and kiss rather quizzically. "How does steak sound honey?"
"Well, I guess you read my mind Dad." No word about the late hour. Something WAS weird. "Oh, and, umm...make my steak medium rare." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Look in the living room; we have a guest for dinner." They never had guests. He usually threw something together and expected her to be tantalized. Steak was his thing, but it was rare he made it. "Go into the living room and talk with him; he's rather interesting. I met him on the way home."
She slowly walked into the living room. And smiled. It was her handsome stranger. This explained everything. Sitting down next to him, she suck a quick peck on his cheek. He turned and shook his head a little, frowning. So she attempted a little conversation. Now he smiled somewhat.
"So you've met my father?" He nodded. "Well, that's good." Again, a nod. "I know you hypnotized him." A third nod. "So what did you tell him about yourself? I barely know anything..."; he placed a finger to her lips.
"Well, you know the most important thing about me. But not all, that is true. It may be that you know more than your father though." He smiled briefly and continued as good smells wafted from the kitchen. "My name, as I'm sure you've been dying to know, is Kristoff Kulivic. I am originially from Bulgaria, having been born there approximately 350 years ago, give or take a decade." At that she smiled briefly and then covered her mouth as she giggled. He removed her hand and smiled at her. "That is delightul; never hide that." She smiled again.
She turned to face him and ask him another question. "Well when did..." "Dinner's ready!" She started to stand up and he put out his hand to her and helped her up. He was really such a gentleman. Then she showed him the way to the dining room.
Everything looked delicious. The steak smelled divine and the potatoes perfect. Her father indicated which was her and she pierced it with the serving fork. A little blood appeared to run out. She licked her lips. Then she plopped it onto her plate. Grinning she reached for a baked potato. "Dad, this all looks so wonderful." Kristoff agreed, nodding. She took a bite. And promptly sneezed. He did the same, except more violently.
"Oh yes, I used a little garlic this time."
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