"This is the first time I am getting to look upon you as the young man I am about to marry. I want to look upon you fully.” She looked deep into his eyes and her fingers drifted to the side of his face. Softly she caressed his cheek and then slid her fingers into the locks of his black curls. His hair was long, past his shoulders. He had tried to cut it but it grew back to its full length in a matter of seconds. Melanie was glad. She liked the way he looked with his long, wavy black hair cascading down between his shoulder blades.
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips gently then lowered herself. Her pert breasts rubbing against the forest of hair on his chest sent a shiver coursing through her that was unexpected. She still was not used to the sensual reactions of her body but she knew that every time she looked at him she could feel the moisture between her legs and the barrel of her vagina craving to have him within her again. She felt that craving building within her while she looked at him. She could feel herself beginning to turn red as she was certain he would notice her arousal.
She tried to ignore that as she looked at the rest of him. The muscles of his chest and the muscles of his abdomen enticed her to run her hands over them. The man she loved was as beautiful as she remembered the day she had first seen him young but now she was able to see more of him.
She walked behind him as he stood still for her to examine and she took a deep breath as she saw the muscles of his thighs and his ass merge as remarkably as any sculptor could have imagined. Then she walked in front of him again and let her eyes drift to the one part she had been avoiding. His manhood, his penis, his cock. Her hands went to her face as she blushed. It was rock hard as it protruded from the nest of black hair that surrounded it. She had no way of knowing how to compare its size for it was the only one she had ever seen but to her it was perfect. She let her hand wrap around it and then her other hand as well and the tip still extended beyond them.
She could hear him breathing hard and she looked up into his face and he looked down at her and said, “Are you done making me as uncomfortable as you can now?"
Melanie laughed as she let go of his cock and wrapped her arms around him. She could feel his cock pressing into her belly and knew if she were to raise only a little bit, but she had promised not until they were married. “Yes, Papa, I just had to see you, all of you.
"You are so beautiful. I could never have imagined you this way.
"Thank you."
He looked at her and kissed her lips then said, “Ummm, now if you will step back before we both get into trouble. I want us to do something that is very important to me."
He grabbed the chair and helped her climb onto the chair and then the stone, then together they knelt and prayed. As they were standing it was as one that they both slipped and both cut one of their feet upon the carving of the stone.
Even though no water had been added the magic of the stone began and the tree formed. Zachariah had never been within the gold before and Melanie had never seen it before. She was in awe but what truly amazed them both is that it was her hands first that reached toward the gold fibers. Together they began to weave and fashion the rattle that Zachariah had designed. What would have taken him three hours to do alone only took them one together.
Melanie looked at the rattle and then Zachariah and said to her soon to be husband, “Zachariah, I have been thinking."
He responded, “I know you have, and I know about what."
"You do?"
"Yes, the ring said we two were to be one, but how can we be one if you are human and I am a vampire?” He smiled at her.
She looked up at him, “You look human, you feel human, you are able to move about and go everywhere a human can. You have none of the weaknesses of a vampire and yet all the strengths. The ring said we would breathe our last breath together. I do not want to shorten your life by being human if you can live longer."
"Precious, I have lived so long already. Living a short life would be a blessing.” She smiled at him and hugged him tight.
"Then it does not matter that you would die when I would in my human time."
"No, that does not matter to me."
She reached up and kissed him, “I love you, Papa."
"I love you too, Precious but there is something that does matter to me."
Her eyes got wide with worry, “What Papa?
"I do not want you growing old when I will not for one, and for two, I may have lived a long time but your life as a human is short and I want to be with you for a lot longer than those few years would provide."
Melanie jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
Slowly after the kiss he leaned down and bit her neck. He already knew that once she was bitten his teeth would inject a small amount of fluid into the wound and all the pain would vanish. It would also cause her to become euphoric. This was why many vampires of legend were able to keep humans as minions. The minions became addicted to the venom of the vampire.
He did not have to drain her near to death as Lilith had done to him, just to a point that she wavered on the edge of consciousness. Then he bit into his own wrist and placed his wrist against her lips and she began to drink. She looked up into his eyes as she did so. The love in her eyes was powerful, and he could feel her love for him as she drank his blood.
Melanie dropped his wrist and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then she kissed him deeply, passionately, his blood was upon her tongue and hers was upon his and together they held each other as her transformation completed. Then she whispered to him, “Papa, is it just me, or do all vampires feel so sensual? I feel like my loins are on fire and I want you inside me now!"
"No, I do not think it is just you. I have had a stronger sexual hunger since Lilith turned me, and she was always very sensual, much more so than any other woman I had ever heard about. Even over time when men would discuss their lovers or wives with me none would compare with the hunger Lilith had. So I think that the sensual hunger is part of being a vampire."
Melanie looked up at the clock and the image of Zachariah naked before her returned to her mind. She remembered her hands wrapped around his penis, and the feel of it, and how her breasts had felt as they had slid down the curls of hair on his chest. She wondered how close he had been. Suddenly she needed to know what it felt like to have him cum within her. It was not a craving, it was an urgency. There was no time to waste. She looked at Zachariah and said, “Our appointment with the Justice of the Peace is in an hour. Do you think if we got there early and offered him an extra bonus if he was not busy that he would do our wedding early?"
He smiled at her, “We can try."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door saying, “Then what are we standing here for."
Zachariah asked, “Your dress?"
"I am getting married in front of a Justice of the Peace. You are the only one that I care about. They are providing the witnesses. I don't want to take the time to put on that dress.” She turned and pulled on him with both hands and said, “Please, come on, let's go. I am dying here."
Zachariah laughed. “Okay, but I have been going through this for two months you could wait an hour."
She got behind him and pushed him out the door, “No, I can't."
In five minutes they were outside the doors to the Justice of the Peace's office and Melanie was trying to get the court recorder to speak to the Justice and see if he would take them early.
"He normally does not move his appointments up. Besides it is his lunch time."
Suddenly Melanie's voice got low and her eyes glowed bright blue and she said, “Tell him I would like to be married earlier, please."
The recorder turned and walked into the Justice's chambers and told him what Melanie had said. While she was doing that Zachariah said, “Melanie, you need to be careful about using your powers."
Melanie gasped and looked at him startled, “Did I? I did not mean too.” Then she danced and squirmed, “It is just, I need
you, Papa."
Zachariah laughed, “I guess under the circumstances it can be overlooked this time."
The door to the Justice's chambers opened and the recorder said that he would see them. Five minutes later they were married and Melanie was practically running and dragging her new husband back to their home. She opened the door to the shop and as soon as he was inside locked it behind them and then pulled the curtains down and jumped into his arms. Her kisses were deep and passionate and wild.
Her hands frantically raced from one button to the next then she gave up and just pulled the two sides of the shirt and listened to the machine gun like pops as the buttons snapped off the shirt and flew across the room with such force they ricocheted off the walls. Every kiss, every move, she pushed Zach backwards towards the steps to their bedroom. She paused at the stairs only long enough to remove her own clothing and toss it aside. Then she undid his belt and with one yank sent it across the shop.
When at last she had divested him of his clothing she darted past him and smiled then ran up the stairs with him following close behind her. With one leap from the door she landed on the bed and turned to face him as he placed a hand on each side of the door frame. Zachariah was looking at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even Lilith did not compare, for the woman before him was not only a beauty but her heart and soul were beyond compare too.
She raised one hand and with a single finger beckoned him to come to her. For a brief moment he had a flashback to a time thousands of years before, but then he shook his head for that woman never loved him. The woman lying on his bed loved him. He let go of the door frame and walked to her. Slowly he climbed between her thighs kissing her belly then her breasts.
Melanie threw back her head and moaned when his lips touched her belly, but when they touched her breasts at first she giggled but as his lips encircled her nipples she gasped and then a deep moan began in her belly and resonated within her.
Zachariah kissed along her neck and then to her lips, then down to the other side of her neck and as the head of his cock touched the lips of her pussy he took his cock in his hand and slid it up and down parting her lips and moistening the tip. He could feel her sudden intake of air then he did the one thing that was a unique part of the courtship of a vampire. At the exact moment that his cock penetrated and plunged deep into her moist heat he also plunged his teeth into her neck.
Melanie screamed and was on her first wave of orgasmic bliss before he even began his first full stroke.
Blood Ritual of
The Crimson Z
The Wait
The Epilogue by Robert Cloud
The Wait
It began when Zachariah was stumbling out of his shop after carving the stone. The prophetess had sat her bag back down inside the shop. She had intended to return even before telling anyone she was going to stay and sleep there for the time Zachariah healed. Then when she returned that night and for the next day there had been no prophetess but instead a winged man of white with eyes of solid black.
For many long hours he tried to drill a hole into the top of the stone but nothing he did worked. He broke carving tool after tool. Then he decided to try a different strategy. He found the deepest spot in the carving and tried to drill there. It was inside the outer ring at what would be the base of the tree, directly beneath where the one tap root came down and touched the ring. There he found a weak spot in the stone. The drill he used was very small, no bigger around than a thick piece of hay, yet it took him almost a full day to drill the two inch deep hole he wanted there.
When the hole was complete, he took from the bag a small clay jar. In the jar was blood he had taken from Lilith when she had been in her monstrous form. Slowly he poured that into the hole.
With a wave of his hand the stone sealed as if it had never been drilled.
Then he turned back into the prophetess and finished the deception.
* * * *
When Zachariah had first gazed into the mirror that Lilith had held when she took her life he had seen a red mist form. In that instant a spell had been cast upon him. He had not seen the red mist swirling about behind him and then entering his pores as it settled into him, sealing a fate that he knew nothing about. Neither the dark-souled angel nor Lilith had known the true heart of Zachariah when the spell was cast. They had no idea it would take over three thousand years before the spell would be unleashed.
* * * *
When Zachariah and Melanie made love for the first time the fate which had been sealed when the spell was cast was loosed and the guardian seal was broken. If he had not been a man of a good heart and had been the type to take another wife or to sleep with women the seal would have been broken long before and Lilith would not have had to wait for The One.
However, since he was such a good man, and had not done those things that had been expected of him something else had happened. Something neither Lilith nor Shaitan had expected.
The seal broke and the stone covering over the blood dissolved.
Slowly from the hole a slug-like creature of blood oozed out and onto the table. It left a thin trail of moisture behind that evaporated quickly hiding all evidence it had ever existed.
The slug slithered off the table and headed for the one piece of jewelry that Zachariah knew nothing about. There was a reason he could not remember it. He had not made it. Lilith had, and the innocent blood she offered was not by accident, but by sacrifice.
She had not wanted to make a ring. She had wanted a weapon. However, the magic that was summoned through the table whether good or evil ran its own course, not the course of the one using the table as their focus.
The thing continued to slither its path across the floor as the part that was its mind recalled the night of the jewelry's making.
* * * *
It was 1891 and they had just come to America from London. On one of her recent nights of freedom she had gone to torment a particular man. She was pleased that Zachariah had taken her advice and come to the States for the man had said he was going to go there as well.
She had paid regular visits to Mr. George Chapman and only drank small amounts of blood from him. She had found his mind was fertile with thoughts of murder and it was easy to manipulate him. It was far more fun to guide him in the commission of one of his gruesome murders and then drink from the corpse than to do it all on her own.
In London they had caused quite a stir, and he'd had to slow down the number of murders or he would have been caught. They were still searching for him as Jack the Ripper but he had killed far more than the five women they had attributed to him.
In April of 1891 she paid him another visit and together they found a prostitute by the name of Carrie Brown. Carrie was not alone that night though. She was watching the infant child of another prostitute who was walking the streets. While Chapman had his fun, Lilith looked upon the child, a boy. She flew closer to the child and stared into its eyes. There in those innocent eyes she saw her reflection, the red haze of ghostly mist and the child just giggled as she floated there.
Her anger grew. Why was she condemned to be a wraith that could never walk again? Why did she have to wait until The One came when even then she would be at the mercy of Zachariah?
In silence her vaporous mouth opened to scream but not even a hushed whisper escaped from its depths. There had to be a way to get the upper hand on Zachariah, and instantly the idea occurred to her. She needed a weapon. One made from the table to be his undoing, but to do that she needed innocent blood. Once more her eyes looked upon the child. Her arms solidified as they wrapped beneath the child and she carried him away.
Yes, the table needed innocent blood, so she would give it innocent blood. Lot's of it. Then she would have a weapon and she'd be able to rid herself of Zachariah once The One was found.
She carried the infant back to the table and sacrificed him upon the stone. Then she did not wait for an idea to hit her. She seeped down and mixed herself with the blo
od upon the table for she was blood.
A golden image of the tree leapt off the table. It was a three dimensional tubular representation of the image. She reformed solid against her will. Her hands were pulled to the gold strands. Immediately she began weaving the threads together as she had watched Zachariah do so many times from the mirror.
When she was done she had hoped there would be a knife in her hands but instead there was a ring. A ring! She was furious. She slipped it on her finger and flew out the door in a solid form. She found Chapman on the streets and did not even talk to him. Instead she pulled him into an alley and drained his Life. There would be no more Jack the Ripper, but she did not care. What goddamned use was a ring to her?
She killed six more men that night in her fury.
As she neared the shop she wondered how she would explain her solid form to Zachariah. However it was not something she would have to worry about for when she touched the door of the shop she began to return to her mist form. She had to force herself to remain solid enough to place the ring within the cabinet. She was not worried about Zachariah discovering it. She knew that the magic often caused him to forget when a piece was made and he would assume that that was the case with the ring. She returned to the table and drank the fluids of the child. Then she wiped the dust away. The bones she placed in the sewers behind their shop.
* * * *
The fury burned within her so fiercely that it threatened to evaporate what little moisture held her fragile form together. For more than three thousand years she had waited to have her freedom and her revenge but instead of being in the body that was supposed to be hers she was trapped in the near shapeless, slimy form of a slug. Lilith's mind could sense Zachariah and Melanie above her and the love that they were sharing infuriated her even more. Up the cabinet the slug climbed and into the hiding place crafted within the ring where she began the wait for an unsuspecting customer to come and carry her off.
Author Notes
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