A Special Gift

by Alice Brown

  “Sounds plausible. That one might work,” Marshall agreed.

  “We will tell him that it is absolutely mandatory to keep her in a depressurized room after the procedure is done. That way we have an excuse as to why it can’t be done here,” Dr. Carlson continued.

  “Would you like me to go bring George to meet you? He might be more trusting if he can meet you and hear our plans up front,” Marshall inquired to Dr. Carlson.

  “Yes, that would probably be for the best,” Dr. Carlson agreed. Kevin was already on the phone working out the details with Davidrick and Jordan.

  Marshall went downstairs to the cafeteria to retrieve George, telling him that Dr. Carlson was in to see Betty and would like to speak to him. Dr. Carlson introduced himself to George as the burn specialist who had been called in on this case. He explained that, without extensive medical care and surgery, her face and chest would never be the same. “The scarring after a severe burn like this is extensive.” He continued, “Now, I do have a second option. We have made some great strides in medical technology, and this is just one area that has benefited from it. I happen to have the very latest equipment in my office. The procedure I am proposing, which includes the patient being kept in a depressurized environment, not only will help new skin growth underneath the old, dead skin on top, but it will also help her internal injuries as well.” He stopped there to give George a moment to process everything.

  “With your permission, I would like to have her transported to my medical center. Now, it is imperative for her to stay in the room we have set up for this procedure for the minimum requirement of three days. After that, we can transport her back if we need to for her other injuries. However, you might be surprised at her recovery. I’ve seen patients in worse shape than she is in walk out in four days with nothing more than bruises. Why don’t the three of you talk it over as a family,” Dr. Carlson stated kindly.

  “No, I don’t need to discuss anything. I want my sister back, and if this procedure is the best chance of that happening, then let’s do it,” Sissy stated firmly. Walter added, “I agree with Sissy, I’ve heard there is a burn specialist in Texas that is using a similar technique. Everything that I have heard has been good.”

  “Well, then I guess it’s settled, Dr. Carlson,” George spoke. “What do we need to do?”

  Dr. Carlson smiled at the elderly gentleman and put his hand on his shoulder. “Trust me, it is by far the biggest and best thing you can do for your daughter. Leave the rest up to me. I’ll make arrangements to have her transferred. I don’t have room in my office for all of you, nor do I have the accommodations for everyone.”

  Sissy quickly interrupted, looking pointedly at her father. She knew what had to be done. “Dad, let me go be with Betty, please. You can stay and help take care of Tim, his doctor was just in and is talking about releasing him in the morning. He is going to need you, and I need to stay with Betty.”

  “Okay, Sissy, I understand,” George replied as he hugged his daughter. “Dr. Carlson, do you mind if Sissy stays with Betty?” he asked.

  “Not at all, I think that is a wise decision to have just one family member there. She can keep the rest of you updated, and one visitor won’t tire Betty out,” Dr. Carlson replied to George.

  “Well now, I need to be off. I’ll make the transfer arrangements just as quickly as I can. I’ll let you know when we are ready,” he stated as he exited the room.

  Heading back to Tim’s room, Kevin told the other vamps, too softly for George to hear, that they would be making the transfer tomorrow. They arrived back in Tim’s room to find him a bit nervous about being released the following day. He looked up to his grandfather and asked, “Grandpa, where will I go when I’m out of the hospital? Do I have to go back to the house? Will you stay with me?” The fear in his eyes hurt Stephanie’s heart.

  “No, son, you will never go back to that house ever again,” George stated firmly. “These kind people have offered to get your things out of the house for you and your mom, and for the next few days we are going to stay at their house. Your mother is going to be moved to a special burn unit, where they are going to try to make her all better. Aunt Sissy is going to stay with her,” George continued, “and will keep us updated on how she is doing.”

  Stephanie walked over to the other side of the bed. “Tim, you know Ramona is staying with us too, right? I bet the two of you are going to have a lot of fun together.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  The next morning the plan was put into action smoothly. Dr. Carlson spoke with Tim’s doctor, and had him released and on his way to the O’Rourke home by noon. Everyone waited until George had accompanied his grandson out the door before they began phase two of their plan.

  Erica and Stephanie were in charge of getting George and Tim home from the hospital and settled; Walter decided to accompany them to assure George didn’t give Erica a hard time.

  At one o’clock phase two started. It turned out they didn’t even need to call a code on Betty; the internal specialist came in and ordered an MRI, which Dr. Carlson saw as a perfect opportunity. Dr. Carlson informed the nurse that he would deliver the patient himself for the MRI. Kevin planted the “memory” in everyone’s mind that a code blue had been called, and they lost the patient. He then followed the doctor and patient down to the hospital morgue instead, where Davidrick was waiting for them.

  They arrived at the underground hospital thirty minutes later with little fuss, but when it came time for turning, Sissy looked like a little lost child. “You know, I’ve never turned anybody. I don’t even know what to do,” she stated solemnly, shaking her head. “Please tell me I don’t have to bite her, I couldn’t stand the thought of causing her more pain.”

  Kevin had accompanied them down to the hospital and now walked over and wrapped his arm around her. “You know, seven years ago I changed my wife. Up until then, I had never changed anyone either, and I haven’t changed another since that day. But, although I was damn scared at the time, thinking back on it, it really wasn’t that hard. I simply slit my wrist and poured my blood into her mouth. I had a friend with me that helped Erica by massaging her neck until she swallowed, but we won’t be able to do that with your sister due to her burns. I guess all we can do is pour the blood in her mouth and hope she swallows.”

  “Wait a minute, that won’t be necessary. I’ve got something better,” Dr. Carlson called from the other side of the room.

  He started pulling out some tubing and other instruments from a cabinet. “Premature babies often don’t have the strength to suck the milk from the mother. To ensure they eat so they will grow, a gavage feeding tube is often used.” He picked up a tube and showed it to Sissy. “I will insert this down her throat, then we will pull your blood, and slowly force it through the tube into her stomach. That way you don’t have to worry about her trying to swallow since she is still in the medically-induced coma.”

  They watched as Dr. Carlson slowly inserted the thin tube down Betty’s throat. Kevin took an extra-large syringe and helped Sissy filled it with her blood. Then, with gloved hands, removed the needle from the syringe and handed it carefully to Dr. Carlson, who slowly trickled the life-giving blood down the tube and into Betty’s body.

  Due to her internal injuries, Dr. Carlson couldn’t move quickly, instead he was forced to allow the blood to dribble slowly into her body. After a half-hour that seemed like an eternity, the elder doctor put everything down and announced, “Well, it’s done. The rest is up to her now.”

  He turned around to address Sissy. “I have every reason in the world to believe that when your sister wakes up, she will be completely healed. Now, you do realize that everything is going to be new to her, and since she knows nothing about us, she is going to need some time to adjust. Very often when a human gets changed over, they are very confused and feel like they are losing their minds for the first day or so. Most settle down fairly quickly; I’m just warning you in case we run into problems.”r />
  “I know, and I’ll take full responsibility for what has been done,” Sissy replied, relieved that she would soon have her sister back. She seemed to let her mind wander a moment before she spoke again. “She doesn’t even know I’m a vampire. We stopped speaking about four years ago, right after she and Tim moved in with Gregory, otherwise known as “the drunk”. Walter and I decided to change me shortly after that; I just couldn’t deal with the thought that I’d continuously get older, knowing the day would come that I wouldn’t be here to go through life with Walter.” She watched her sister closely for a moment. “Hopefully, she will listen to reason and accept that we just saved her life.”

  “We are going to move her down to the isolation unit now,” Dr. Carlson said quietly. “You are more than welcome to make yourself comfortable in there as well, as she will likely stay asleep for ten to sixteen hours. You might want to call George at some point; it is imperative that we keep him as calm as possible.”

  “Thank you, Dr. Carlson. Thank you for everything. I must admit, I have fallen in love with your little society already, and I know I have only seen a small part of it,” Sissy stated with a grateful smile as she shook the doctor’s hand.

  “I’m glad you like it,” Dr. Carlson replied. “We are all pretty fond of it, too.”

  After moving Betty to the isolation unit, Kevin looked over to Sissy. “We have a bit of time before she wakes up. If you are interested, I can take you on a tour of our underground area.” When she hesitated, looking at her sister, he continued, “You heard Dr. Carlson; your sister will be out for at least the next ten hours. We will only be gone about thirty minutes. I thought you might want to see our retirement village, shopping center, movie plaza, and school that are down here.”

  Her eyes got big at Kevin’s list. “Oh, yes, I would love to see that,” she exclaimed.

  *****

  Marshall had taken over for Kevin at the office, and headed to Stephanie’s house after his shift was over. He arrived just in time to say goodbye to George, Tim, Inez, and Ramona. George was taking everyone out for dinner at McDonald’s, Tim’s favorite restaurant, and a movie. Marshall smiled at how well Tim seemed to get along with his grandfather; the boy needed a good male role model in his life, and it was good to see the grandfather filling that need.

  As soon as he stepped in the door, Marshall suddenly felt all of his energy leave his body. It hit him then that it had been almost three days since he last drank blood. With his busy schedule, forgetting to eat wasn’t good for his body. It hadn’t helped that he had been out in the sun for a few hours the day before, depleting his system even more. He had let himself in as the others were on their way out the door, and he wondered where everyone was. He knocked on Erica’s office door, and was surprised to hear Stephanie’s soft voice calling out to enter.

  “Where is Erica?” he inquired, sitting in the nearest chair and holding his head. He had to get some blood in his system fast.

  “She’s at the grocery store filling the kitchen again for the humans,” Stephanie said. “What’s the matter, Marshall? You look awful,” she asked as she knelt before him.

  “I need blood,” he stated as his head began to pound. He felt like an idiot, he’d had stomach cramps all day and hadn’t realized that his body was trying to tell him he needed the life-giving substance.

  Stephanie was up and back in front of him in less than a minute, holding two bags of blood. He punctured the first with his fangs and drank it down greedily, then tore the first from his mouth and did the same with the second, but only felt marginally better when he had finished both bags.

  He handed the empty bag to Stephanie, who set it on the floor, then perched on his legs. He wrapped an arm around her. Dangling her pretty little wrist in his face, she ordered, “Here, drink from me, love. Drink all you need.”

  Marshall looked up into her eyes and saw the love and devotion there. “Are you sure, baby?” he verified. She nodded, and he slipped his fangs into her wrist. He reached around and played with one cloth-covered breast, knowing she would feel the sexual pull from him feeding on her.

  He felt her reach down, attempting to unbuckle his belt. He released his fangs from her wrist, and she immediately protested. “You haven’t had enough, Marshall. Please, take what you need,” she begged.

  “Oh, I intend to. But I do not intend to have sex in your mother’s office. She would never forgive us.” He shuddered at the thought before picking her up and carrying her upstairs to her bedroom.

  Depositing her on the bed, he leaned over her, caging her in with his arms. He kissed her hard, and she groaned as her desire shot skyward.

  He removed her clothing, one article at a time. First her shirt and bra, then her shoes, jeans, and underwear. When he had her completely nude, he stood back to admire the beauty before him. Then he sat down on the side of the bed to remove his boots. He stood back up to remove his shirt, smirking when he caught her ogling his chest. “You know, if your mother shows up, we are going to need to dress quickly.”

  “Yep, but we should have a bit more time. She’d only been gone five or ten minutes before you showed up,” she replied.

  As he locked eyes with her, he reached down and unbuckled his belt. He undid the button and teased her, pulling the zipper down slowly. By the time he was finished, Stephanie was wriggling, unable to sit still due to her arousal. When the zipper reached the bottom, his thick cock fell out, and she quickly caught it in her hand.

  With her eyes still glued to his, she leaned over and ran her tongue over the top of his cock head. His dick jumped in her hand, letting her know he liked that. She chuckled before going back down, only this time she engulfed his dick with her mouth. A delighted moan came from deep inside her.

  “Stephanie, baby, wait up,” he panted. She released him with a pop and looked up at him, questioning. He moved to the bed, lying on his back. “Okay, come on up here, sugar. I want that delectable pussy in my face, then you can go back to sucking on your lollipop.”

  She wasted no time in straddling him, with her ass facing his face. He moved her hips to guide her until her pussy was directly in front of his face. As he took a leisurely lick, he groaned. He loved the way she tasted.

  His back bowed off the bed as she engulfed his dick in her mouth and sucked, hard. Adding a hand to gently massage, softly rolling his balls, he swore the top of his head was going to blow off. The woman—his woman—seemed to be a natural at giving blowjobs. He licked and sucked her little clit into his mouth, pulling her juices from her cunt. He slid two fingers up inside her, while he moved his mouth to the inside of her thigh. He bit down, sinking his fangs into her, drinking her life essence. She immediately exploded into an orgasm, her cunt tightening around his fingers until he thought she would cut off the circulation. He began to feel his own orgasm barreling down upon him, and released into her mouth, his hot cum spurting out and splashing the back of her throat.

  He gently released his fangs and sealed the punctures shut. He couldn’t help running his tongue through her pussy, catching the excess juices. She shuddered and tried to pull away, yelling that it was too much, but he kept a firm grip on her hips. She wasn’t going anywhere until he was good and done.

  A few minutes of thrusting his tongue in and out of her hole and flicking her clit, and she was ready to go again. He spread her juices over her back hole, lightly playing around the rim, and hoped she wouldn’t object. He kept her off guard while he played with the back hole, using his mouth and tongue on her clit. When he started to enter the back hole, she tensed up immediately.

  “Marshall, what are you doing?”

  “Shh, sweetness, just relax and enjoy. If you don’t tense up, and can push out as I push in, it will be better for you. Just let me play for a bit. If you truly don’t like it, I will stop, okay?”

  She smiled at him over her shoulder and went back down on her hands and knees, giving him full access. She trusted him completely.

  “Hey, baby, t
urn around so I can get inside of you,” he instructed her.

  She swung her leg around to straddle him again, only this time facing him. She sat up and slowly sat back down, his engorged dick entering her one slow agonizing inch at a time.

  When she was sitting on top of him, his dick inside her to the hilt, she started an agonizingly slow trek upward. When she reached the point where just the head was submerged inside her, she quickly sat back down, engulfing him completely once again. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of him as she set up a pattern that had them both quivering. When she came back down to engulf his dick, he raised his hips, hitting her g-spot every time. He used one hand to play lightly with her clit, while his other was busy playing with her back hole. He played around the rim, noticing her increased excitement, and then stuck just the tip of his index finger inside her virginal back hole. He held there, giving her time to adjust. She continued rising and falling back down on his dick in rapid movements, until her orgasm suddenly barreled down on top of her. Marshall waited until she was in the middle of her orgasm to finish inserting his index finger up her little starlet, prolonging her orgasm. He followed her over, and the two collapsed in an exhausted heap of tangled limbs on her bed.

  Chapter Eighteen

  As Marshall dressed and readied for the ball, he mused that one of the best things about working with the VCTF was that you heard about everything going on within the society. If a statement were made, it was guaranteed that a member of the VCTF would hear about it soon. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror as he adjusted his tie and checked his tuxedo for lint.

  It was their own retiree, Mr. Atkins, who had given Marshall the latest tidbit of gossip circulating their community. Mr. Atkins had pulled Marshall aside the day before and informed him that one of their half-vamps, Richard Moore, who was in the process of opening a Mail Box, Etc. store specifically to help the underground residents, had taken a sudden interest in Stephanie.