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.

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