Message-ID: <13527eli$9807311258@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: r pashun Subject: A Transylvanian Luv Affair rom F^M dark Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980730220045.8663.rocketmail@send1c.yahoomail.com> A Transylvanian Luv Affair rom F^M dark This is the Transylvania of dark dreams so don't expect a Mills n Boon ending... You may repost this or achive it as long as you don't make money out of it. This story includes some minor reform spellings. If you repost you must not change the spelling to trad spelling (if you want to post it with a more radical reformed spelling, go ahead). “You sneer. Yes I thought like you when I came here. the old man, Mladic was the worst with his talk of Vampires. I humoured him. I wore the crucifix he insisted I wear. But it has been a hot summer, there was no way I was going to close the shutters as he insisted. “This is a beautiful land is it not. That first night, I watched the sun go down, watching the green of the fields turn to black, watching the sunset fade. I lay awake unable to sleep for a long time yet not caring for something about this land seemed to bring me peace. But I did sleep. “I knew someone was watching me as soon as I awoke. Sometimes you don’t need to open your eyes to know. She was sitting in the window, gazing at me with hunger. I wasn’t afraid. I don’t know why - I knew at once she wasn’t human. She was beautiful with eyes that spoke of great sorrow, a sorrow that ran deeper than her hunger even if on the surface her hunger seemed to crowd out everything. “Mladic asked every evening when we eat whether I had seen anything. I told him nothing. I don’t know why I lied but I know he did not believe me. “Every night she came. It wasn’t long before I realised I now livved only for those hours when half awake I felt her gaze and looked on her beauty. Did I long for those moments during the day? Surely not for they were painful moments. Each night her hunger became more desperate and I could see she was weakening, her bones becumming ever more prominent. She was dying of hunger. On some level I knew the solution and yet tho to see her like this pained me to the core I somehow did see my will could change what would be. “Accidentally one evening the chain of the crucifix caught (I don’t know how) and broke. I ignored it. Only when I awoke did I feel it’s loss. Then I knew fear. The crucifix lay within reach, caught by moonlight, yet tho I knew to be without it meant death I had not the will to reach for it. I knew she watched. Why doesn’t she cum I asked myself. It was the waiting I couldn’t stand. And then a quiet barely audible sound like the fluttering of wings. I closed my eyes, sick with fear. I expected her breath to be cold but it was hot and as her teeth sank in I felt a pain that burnt like molten metal. As I felt the strength drain from me I felt a rush of emotion that was so strong that I did not at first realise it was pure joy, a deep fulfilment from givving to her need. "I opened my eyes as I felt her teeth loosen their grip on my throat. Her hunger was gone now but her sadness had returned and something more A drawing back, a revulsion even, from what she had done? I wanted to comfort her to tell her what she had taken had been freely givven but I could not find the words. "From then, each night she came. I grew weaker and she looked upon me with compassion for she knew I was slowly dying. I told she shouldn't worry, that I was only too glad to giv yet my words seemed to only fan the guilt in her eyes. "I did not fear her but Mladic I feared. Every evening we sat, the two of us, for the evening meal at the long oak table in the draughty stone hall. He enquired after my health and I was evasive. But I knew my gradual wasting away must be obvious to him. "It was a month ago, in fact the day before I wrote to you. I awoke to the searing rapture of her pain at my throat. No longer did she now wait for me to awake and in truth in my weakened state I would not of awoken had she waited. "And then she broke her grip and gave a cry that chilled me. Barely conscious I lifted myself to one elbow to see the evil Mladic forcing her back, in one hand a crucifix, the other a wooden spear, forcing her back, trapping her in a corner and plunging his spear into her breast. "Something snapped in side of me. With a reserv of strength that I had not before known I had I leapt forward. Mladic turned but too late. My teeth met his throat and drained him dry of every last drop of blood. "I stepped back, drunk from the health givving blood that coursed thru me. But that brought me no joy. She lay there. I knelt before her. I gathered her into my arms and felt (I could see for the tears blinded me) her body disintegrate to dust. "It obvious what happened. As she had drained my human life force, a spark of vampire life had been nurtured. If things had gone as they should that spark would hav been snuffed out when she drained me of my last drop of human blood. The shock of seeing her murdered by Mladic brought that spark to life. But what is life without her? "You see the stake, and the mallet. You know what they are for. Wait till the morning when I will not hav the strength to resist you. Do not be afraid, death is the only thing I now desire and I would rather hav it from one who will giv with luv. Do this for me - the one last gift from my one true friend." _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? 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