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.

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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.”