Die By the Drop: Shivers and Sins Volume 1

by Kaia Bennett

  “Boss man’s orders. Time to join the party.”

  With Liam at my back, forcing me forward, I couldn’t slow down, so we powered through the caves, walking so fast we nearly jogged. The caves ran deeper into the mountain than I’d imagined. Ten minutes passed and we were still walking. The distance did nothing to dull the aching trepidation, the pounding of my heart, as we closed in on the screams punctuating the silence every so often.

  They’re playing with them.

  The path stretched before us, with only a few crannies large enough for a human to hide in, and no visible exits. I imagined four poor souls sprinting with every ounce of strength, hope swelling, only to turn and find a vampire gaining, then retreating, to prolong the chase. Earth and the ripe sweetness of humans dangling on the vine hit my nostrils. I could almost taste prey bursting against my tongue like a plum. My mouth watered and I swallowed thickly. Liam’s lean torso brushing my back as we trekked forward didn’t help. Every muscular ridge of him, the bulge in his jeans, made me think of his naked body slamming into the girl in the motel.

  Will he fuck me the same way?

  My moan echoed off the cave walls.

  The pathway narrowed, then widened. I splayed my fingers against the craggy earth. Overhead rock formations stretched like long drips of candle wax. The natural elements of time and subterranean rivers glowed beneath man-made neon blue light. The wash of light led to fantasy. We might’ve dived underwater and learned to breathe as waves lapped against the walls.

  We ventured past natural formations and blood red signs marking our journey. The signs glowed with titles like Stalactite Chandeliers, and Leaning Tower. By the time we came to Angel’s Wing: Drape Formation the path had become claustrophobic, pressing in on me from all sides. I paused, listening. Everything had gone quiet, but I still felt the vibrations of the hunt, the feral need to fuck and kill, not yet extinguished. Their prey still lived. Tension swelled and lapped at my skin until I broke out in a sheen of sweat. Liam’s hands felt like brands on my hips when he slid them up my dress. He didn’t fondle my sex. Instead he guided me forward by his hold. I felt through him how much he loved conforming his palms to my curves.

  Can’t wait to fuck your tight ass, baby.

  My ass clenched in answer to his phantom words and the phantom stroke of his cock, even though I had no idea what anal sex felt like.

  We veered left, rounding the curve of the cavern walls. Lights glowed in the recesses, holding back the dark, and yet darkness smothered me.

  The only way out is through.

  My mother used to say that any time I grew anxious, and the mantra used to help. But now the words seemed like a nursery rhyme, a child’s game. If I made my way through yet another nightmare, would there be an out? Or would I graduate to another doorway of anguish, another “out” to stumble through.

  The thought pinged back and forth in my mind, making me more frantic with every step I took towards the trap laid for the humans Jesse had lured here.

  The path narrowed, widened, sloped, but always, we advanced straight to the heart. There were hardly any crevices along the way either, so I knew this had to be the intent of the game. If Jesse and Vaughn wanted to, they could have caught all four of the humans the second they took off from the entrance. They’d let the hunt linger for twenty minutes before Liam and I caught up.

  The trickling sound of water mixed with the echo of Jesse’s laughter held a twisted kind of romanticism. This could’ve been an innocent date spot, or a place for kids to be bad and reminisce about later. I wondered how old Jesse’s victims were, and how old the vampires were. How much time were they stealing from their victims, how much time had been stolen from them in turn? I thought of Liam in my vision, standing on a college campus that looked like mine. Liam seemed so young, but Jesse and Vaughn—especially Jesse—seemed timeless. Did they steal youth as well as life and blood?

  Leo’s Passage came up as we rounded the bend and the caves began to glow like dull rubies, stretching far above my head. I craned my neck and stared up at a gorgeous layered cleft spread wide by the fingers of nature.

  “Looks like your cunt when it’s all red and swollen,” Liam said. “Can’t wait to finally get inside you.”

  Once again, the beauty of my surroundings crumbled under the ugliness committed here. Like a callous hand had smeared the wet paint of a masterpiece.

  A sharp, masculine moan stopped me in my tracks, and a Slippery When Wet sign greeted us at the ramp leading to the central waterfall. I gripped the railings and picked my way up the slope with care. Mostly, however, I tightened my grip to keep from falling apart.

  I can’t go in there. I can’t see this again.

  I wished my thoughts were altruistic. I should want to avoid the cave because I’d be sick to my stomach, faint away, or get hurt trying to fight Vaughn and Jesse off their innocent victims.

  I knew better. My nipples could’ve cut glass, they’d become so erect. All the blood that should have been in my head rushed to my swollen pussy and tender breasts. My stomach churned and my mouth went dry with the thirst to watch Jesse tear Kelsey apart. The thirst he wanted me to slake with bloodshed.

  Liam gripped my hips and pressed his erection against the cleft of my ass.

  “Dinner’s ready!” He chuckled and walked me forward, his longer stride forcing me to cling to him awkwardly even as I struggled to turn back.

  A rush of water. A snarl and a wail of desperation. The sound of torn fabric and flesh slapping against flesh. A choking gag and sobs. I shrank in fear and closed my eyes, remembering the nameless girl whose jacket I wore. I’d seen once before how those sounds mingled, how they escalated. I slipped on the ramp but Liam didn’t let me fall—or escape.

  My gut twisted when I rounded the corner and saw violet light illuminating the full length of a slender waterfall. The flow fell into the pool below, which had guardrails surrounding the water and underwater lights set on rotate.

  Ruby Falls nestled against the curve of the cavern wall, the main centerpiece of the circular space where nothing could be hidden from sight. She would’ve been gorgeous if not for the assaults being committed at her feet, with Vaughn on the left, Jesse on the right, and me in the center, hypnotized by the horror.

  Pain. I saw pain in the faces of Colin and Michelle, forced to kneel at Vaughn’s feet like dogs. He held his cock out between his victims’ faces like an unwelcome bone.

  No. I clenched my thighs and willed myself to be dry with disgust. Jesse’s programing, the tendrils he’d planted in me when he made me feed on each vampire, stirred at the sights and sounds. Blood lust curled and tickled every dark part of me, caressing the monster within. Even the beast I turned to for protection in my mind bared her teeth, eager for the kill.

  But I couldn’t escape the human part of me, the part who felt not just the hunters’ needs, but their preys’ as well. There was nowhere to hide now, nowhere to run for any of us.

  “No, no, no. You’re doing it all wrong. You a virgin that never sucked dick before, or what?” He smacked the side of Michelle’s head with his hand, her disheveled hair falling into her stricken face.

  “Your turn, pretty boy. Bet you know your way around a bone.”

  Vaughn grabbed the back of Colin’s brown hair and tugged the boy’s mouth onto his dick, burying the bursting shaft down Colin’s throat.

  Lights glowed and shifted, casting the water in cerulean, then violet, and chartreuse. Vaughn groaned and pumped his hips, staring at me as violent blood red lights flooded the falls.

  Meanwhile, to the right of the falls about twenty feet from Vaughn, Jesse crouched by his naked, kneeling victims, whispering to a hysterical Kelsey on his left, while Regina raged on the right. The right side of Regina’s face swelled and a cut on her lip oozed. Blood dripped from both girls’ necks. Kelsey squirmed away from Jesse’s whisper with her arm folded over her large breasts and a hand covering her sex for modesty.

  “You gonna be a good
girl, or am I going to have to hurt Regina again?”

  Kelsey burst into hysterical sobs, but complied with Jesse’s command and lowered her arms to her sides.

  I closed my eyes. On my left, Colin choked on Vaughn’s cock. Michelle cried, I heard a slap, and then her muffled voice as Vaughn switched again to raping her mouth.

  To my right, Jesse barked, “Lick it up.”

  Liam slid my jacket off. I heard the heavy fabric tumble to the damp ground. No use trying to keep the jacket, he’d have torn the leather to shreds if I resisted.

  I opened my eyes and bit my lip at the sight of Kelsey licking the blood dripping down Regina’s neck. She gagged at the taste.

  I licked my lips.

  I covered my mouth, disgusted with myself. I despaired at how thoroughly my body had been infiltrated by the enemy.

  “How rude.” Jesse glanced in our direction. “She doesn’t seem to appreciate what a fine meal I’ve prepared. Liam, come help Kelsey out.”

  “Gladly.”

  I saw Liam move because I had the blood of three vampires flowing through my veins. Otherwise, I think I’d have missed every second. Liam charged, toppling Regina to the ground and ripping into her throat in the time humans took to blink. She gargled, then released an earsplitting shriek as she clawed at Liam’s back.

  “No!” Kelsey reached for her friend, but Jesse grabbed her by her long, golden hair and tugged her to him. She stumbled and would’ve teetered onto her back if Jesse hadn’t dragged her up by the roots. Then he sank his teeth into her shoulder, staring into my eyes as he fondled the rosy peaks of her full breasts with his massive hands. She cried at the pain, but Jesse was gentle, making her torment last.

  “You’re such shit at this.” Vaughn’s disgusted remark drew my attention to him again. With an angelic expression, the blond vampire sighed in exasperation and jerked Michelle up by her throat. “What good are you if you can’t suck a dick? Huh?” Vaughn tilted his head and shook Michelle like he expected her to answer through his vice grip. Her toes scraped the stone floor, then kicked frantically, rising higher and higher into the air.

  “P-please stop!” Colin sobbed. “Hurt me instead. Just let her go!”

  “’Kay.” Vaughn tossed Michelle ten feet away. She hurtled through the air and landed in the pool at the base of the waterfall like a rag doll. I screamed as her body made a huge splash and her head hit one of the railings. Shocked out of the haze of vicarious bloodlust, I ran to the edge of the pool. I dropped to my knees and ducked between the railings.

  Vaughn didn’t wait for Colin to suck him off better. Instead, while I braced one arm against the railing and reached for the unconscious Michelle, Vaughn cashed in on Colin’s plea to hurt him instead. I didn’t see his death, but I felt Vaughn sink his teeth into the boy’s throat. My fingers shook at the vicarious rush.

  Yes, Vaughn’s voice echoed through my head while he sucked the boy dry. The monster crooned to him in his mind, as if he could hear the soothing commands. That last breath, that last moment of struggle is my favorite part. Give it to me, give it up.

  Blood everywhere, blood running through us all, like we were the same vein, with only me to clog the flow with my conscience.

  I pulled the young woman underneath the bottom rail. With strength I shouldn’t have possessed, I laid her at the foot of the waterfall. The lights faded into chartreuse again, giving Michelle’s unconscious form a sickly glow.

  I knelt beside Michelle to assess her damage. She breathed steady, if shallow, breaths. I turned her on her side, but Jesse startled me into retreating on my hands and heels, moving backward until my head bonked against a railing.

  Mist surrounded me, leaving my flushed skin covered in a sheen of dew. I tried to stand, but Jesse grabbed my arms, pinned my wrists to the top rail, and unzipped his jeans with his free hand. His cock loomed large and veiny, hard and near bursting. I could feel the hum as blood rushed to the bulbous head.

  “You do a good job and I just might let the weak one live.”

  The weak one. The last one. Michelle. Does he mean live and escape, or live like his weak one, his Liam?

  He didn’t wait for my acquiescence. He shoved his cock into my mouth and down my throat, giving me no way to escape. I choked and sputtered, spittle coating and him and dribbling down my chin.

  You’re sick.

  The girl in the cage watched me with horrified eyes. The beast licked her chops, sensing a meal coming, sensing more blood and power and memories to wield like weapons. I had to come up to a crouch to keep my knees from scrapping the rough cave floor. My legs spread wide and my dress wafted in the cool, damp breeze drifting from the falls. Nothing was cool enough to subdue the heat blazing inside my pussy. My lips were swollen and slick as petals caught in a rainstorm. Only the wetness coating Jesse’s engorged cock rivaled my wet heat. He retreated from my abused throat and I sucked until we both shuddered.

  I needed friction. I needed to come so much I hurt, the ache centered in my stomach and twisting on emptiness.

  Jesse, ever the seducer, ripped open the top of my dress. He revealed a heavy, throbbing breast in desperate need of a hand or suckling mouth. Even fondling my nipples would do, if only he would touch me everywhere and put out the fire in me. I sobbed, tears and spit landing on his throbbing shaft when he pulled away. His turgid flesh glowed in eerie neon shades of transitioning light.

  “Feels good to be one of us, witch. Like nothing else in the world.” Jesse’s head fell back and he bucked his hips forward, filling my mouth again. “Fucking, killing, taking whatever we want, whenever we want.” He sucked a breath through his teeth. I tried to make my mouth slack, and my mind sharp to combat his assault.

  “You like riding this wave, don’t you? Turns you on to see us taking what we want.” Jesse pulled free of my mouth without coming and stepped to the side as Vaughn approached.

  Stop fighting it. Let us in, let us all the way in, baby. We’re gonna take what we want either way. Everything is ours for the taking….

  I twisted my face away, clamping my mouth shut at the sight of Michelle and Colin’s spit still drying on Vaughn’s engorged shaft. Jesse’s voice echoed in my head, telling me to take it, let myself enjoy being used, but Vaughn’s aggressive need to make me suffer spoke louder.

  Vaughn, all too familiar with forced oral, didn’t miss a beat. He replaced Jesse’s hold on my wrists with his own. My fragile bones dug into the unyielding metal bar above my head. Vaughn squeezed tighter, as if he knew his hold caused me pain. He pinched my nose closed with the other, and all at once, oxygen became a finite resource. My need to breathe stood between me and Vaughn’s successful plunge into my orifice.

  “No—”

  Vaughn buried his cock in my mouth and wasted not a single second, fucking my face with vicious speed. For a moment, he held my nose pinched closed and cut off my air supply. Then, he shoved the top of my torn dress aside, gripped my breast in his left hand before slapping my throbbing flesh. He pinched my nipple so hard, I cried out in fury and pain. Meanwhile, Jesse reached down and dipped his fingers into the sticky well between my thighs.

  Jesse shoved two thick fingers into me and fucked me hard and fast until the danger of passing out as I orgasmed became imminent.

  Then Jesse slapped my pussy hard, so hard I squealed around Vaughn’s cock and bucked my hips towards the pain even as I tried to clench my thighs to ease the ache.

  Hard cocks competed with my own body’s responses. Vaughn and Jesse infiltrated my mind with each thrust.

  Too much pleasure and need, too much longing for release. Too much hunger.

  They could’ve swallowed the whole fucking world and still, they’d have hungered for more. More blood, more sex, more terror. More of me, living vicariously through them, my abilities feeding them a mirror of their own dominance on a loop.

  “Oh fuck.” Vaughn shuddered. The vibrations burrowed into me as he doubled over.

  That’s a good slut. That�
�s how you suck dick. Wish I could carve you up and make it last.

  He released my mouth. I gasped in the breath of a drowning woman, a breath of life, while all around me death prevailed. In my mind, I saw Vaughn’s desires. The give of skin under a sharp blade. My hands bound and my legs spread while he cut his name into my mound. I’d pump my hips and he’d lick the blood clean.

  Everyone else but Michelle lay bleeding on the cave floor. Any blood they had left seeped into the red earth like rain into the soil. Vaughn’s vision made my blood run cold, even as I absorbed his hunger. What would happen to me now that every other distraction had vanished for the trio?

  They were dinner. I’m dessert.

  Before I could gain my bearings Vaughn thrust into my mouth again. This time I came prepared and sucked hard, rolling my tongue against the salty tip, cradling him in something he could never force or carve into me. Willingness.

  The only way out is through. Make him come, and make him come so hard he won’t be able to break free of me.

  Vaughn moaned as if in pain, and perhaps he could’ve been. I made my mouth nothing more than a wet suction cup. My tongue became a furious cyclone or a flat bridge to the back of my throat. I sucked hard, then harder still, with all my strength. I wrenched pleasure from him as he wrenched breath from me. I gave and gave, and soon, his hips pumped in erratic rhythm. He gripped the railing with his free hand and bowed his head as he began to tremble. The cave bathed his blond hair in shades of cerulean and he bared his fangs in a mighty roar. He wanted more. He wanted less. He wanted everything.

  The second hot rush of come flooded my throat. I wanted to spit Vaughn’s seed out and vomit, then scrape my tongue until I'd ripped every taste bud out by the root. I swallowed instead, the tart and tangy taste of vampire semen like a wispy, whipped cream version of their blood. My belly warmed, my pussy thrummed, but I felt teased, rather than flooded with euphoria. I looked up to find Jesse smiling down at me as if to say good girl. Vaughn stumbled backward on unsteady legs, rubbing his hand down his dwindling flesh like he needed more. When Vaughn gazed at me something twisted between us. He looked spooked—and ravenous.