"Who are you?" one whispered.
"Leave here while you can," another sibilant voice hissed.
"Go. Run."
"Help us..."
Celestyn's eyes bulged and he screamed, his fair body wracked with terror and unbearable pleasure. Zofia cried out softly and gradually slowed her hips.
"There, there, my love," Zofia murmured. "You are ready." She smoothed a tendril of hair from Celestyn's sweat-drenched forehead and kissed it. "Rest, you must be thoroughly drained. Tomorrow will be a very busy day."
Celestyn fought to keep his eyes open, but the call of sleep was far too strong. Celestyn blearily studied Zofia, poised like a satisfied cat atop him. What has just happened? he wondered before sinking into a deep slumber.
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Celestyn awoke to a gloriously sunny morning. He found himself naked in his own bed with no recollection of how he had arrived there. He stood and stretched, feeling invigorated as never before. Was last night real? he pondered. No, it couldn't have been, he assured himself with a mixture of relief and disappointment. Ghosts? Old Zofia's disguise? No, it was far more likely that he had simply drunk himself into a stupor with one of the lovely ladies of the court. It wasn't unusual. He must have just substituted absinthe for his usual red wine this time. Why did he not suffer a hangover, though? He felt better than he ever had in his life.
Celestyn began dressing when he noticed a small note upon one of his pillows. His hand shook slightly as he picked it up.
My dearest prince,
Your education begins this evening. Meet me in my chambers tonight at six o'clock. I do not tolerate tardiness.
Blood Drenched Eyes
by Pamela Osmond
A young man named Nathaniel sat by Germany's Rhine River. A beautiful day unfolded like it always did when he sat there. Pigeons gathered in the square for their daily feeding and a feeling of calm and tranquillity enveloped him in its outstretched arms. Nathaniel gladly took refuge there and smiled. At that moment, everything was right with the world.
A beautiful young lady approached and sat beside him. For a short while nothing but smiles and shy glances were exchanged between them. The lady had long auburn red hair that flowed to her waist, porcelain-white skin and magnetic blue eyes. Nathaniel was mesmerized and felt drawn to the young woman without one word ever being spoken.
Her shy glances became a stare, she studied him as if her eyes could see right through him. When she stood up and started to walk away, he followed as if under some spell. The two young people walked side by side for about fifteen minutes before the lady stopped.
Opening her perfect mouth, she spoke her first words to him, "Come inside for tea."
Nathaniel replied, "I'd love to."
They smiled at each other as the lady led him into the most ornate Victorian apartment he had ever seen. She motioned for Nathaniel to sit on a coffin-shaped sofa and left him alone.
After a few tense moments of Nathaniel not knowing whether to sit still or follow, she emerged with a pot of steaming hot tea. After a little getting-to-know-you chat, Nathaniel learned the lady's name was Octavia.
A strange, somewhat sinister, look shadowed her flawless face and Nathaniel couldn't help thinking that he would soon be having wild and passionate sex with this delectable woman. The growing bulge in his trousers was testament to his anticipation and he smiled silently.
After the cups of tea were empty and the chat had ended, Octavia slowly and very seductively began undressing. With a sly smile on her crimson lips and a glint in her blue eyes, she stood before Nathaniel as he rapturously gazed at her perfectly-shaped body. A long, elegant neck led down to full, milky-white globes with pointed and ripe nipples just begging to be sucked. Octavia's smooth, womanly mound was shaved and ready to be impaled.
Nathaniel's cock was nearly bursting out of his pants. Perhaps Octavia noticed, because she removed his trousers oh so effortlessly then straddled him. He pulled her as close as possible. Tongues swirled around each other and their wet kisses devoured the night. Nathaniel grabbed Octavia's breasts and buried his face deep within their softness as his tongue and mouth gorged on her flesh, licking and sucking every inch of them.
Nathaniel's hardness stood tall and erect; Octavia took the length of him in her mouth with such ardent intent that he almost came. Then he rewarded Octavia with reciprocal oral delight. Glassy eyed and gleaming with sweat, they looked into each other's eyes as Nathaniel impaled her wetness with his pulsating rod.
Hips moved in unison as they writhed in rapture until both were exhausted and spent. After Nathaniel and Octavia had lain in each other's arms for what seemed like an eternity, her look changed and became decidedly diabolical.
Without taking her eyes off of Nathaniel, she said, "Appearances can sometimes be deceiving, dear boy!"
He stared back at her, feeling very confused, as Octavia transformed. Blood filled her eyes and dripped down her body. Razor sharp fangs formed in her mouth and claw like fingernails extended from her fingertips.
Nathaniel emitted a blood curdling scream that was silenced by the creature's claws.
"Now you know I am not of this Earth, but a supreme Succubus from the fiery pits of Hell. Prepare to die in agony!"
Before Nathaniel could scream again, the creature ripped away the flesh at his throat with its fang-like teeth. Ruby red blood from his severed jugular and carotid spewed forth, hitting the walls at all angles. Blood furiously spurted in time with each dwindling heartbeat as Octavia sneered with delight at the knowledge that her human conquest would never again see the light of day.
Tonight
by Angel Edenburn
“Sadie, there’s some guy staring at you from over there.”
The music in the crowded bar throbbed and pulsed, making conversation difficult. Sadie leaned closer to her friend. “Lara, what are you talking about? Where?” She turned to look over her shoulder. Her soft curves belonged in an era of pin-ups and film noir. Her companion had the figure of a fashion model, sized down to fit on a petite frame.
Lara grabbed Sadie’s arm and kept her from turning around to look. “Don’ t be too obvious. The dark-haired one in the corner, with the redhead.”
“Is the redhead cute?” Sadie pulled her phone out of her small over-the-shoulder purse and checked for messages.
“Why?” Lara raised a manicured eyebrow.
“So if things work out with the bad boy, you’re not stuck with a total dog.” Sadie tucked a lock of her wavy brown hair behind her ear and smiled.
“Gee, thanks.” Lara rolled her amber eyes. “I won’t be interested unless he’s like me.”
“Must you be so judgmental? What if he’s not, but he’s nice? Are you really going to be that way?” She stuck her phone back into her purse.
“Be what way?” a man’s smooth tenor said in Sadie’s ear.
“Oh, hello.” Sadie turned to look at who was speaking. The dark-haired man looked down at her with rich hazel eyes. He was dressed in leather pants and jacket, but he seemed the type that really wore them. They weren’t just for show.
“My friend and I want to buy you ladies a drink.” He was striking, with a linear nose and a full mouth. His cool eyes appraised Sadie. If he leaned down, just a little, Sadie’s ruby lips would be within kissing distance.
“What do you think, Lara?” Sadie turned around and looked at her friend.
Lara looked the lean redhead up and down. His narrow chin sported a fuzz of soft red curls similar to the bright cluster on top of his head. Blue eyes as pale as a winter’s day met hers. “I haven’t decided what I want yet,” she said.
The redhead held out his hand to her. “I’m hoping you’ll decide to dance with me.”
“What do you think?” Lara asked Sadie.
“Give it a try. Just in case he is.” Sadie watched Lara and her new friend walk out onto the dance floor.
“You’re going by Sadie now?” The man stood close, his shoulder touching hers.
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“And you’ve changed your name how many times? What’s yours this time?”
“Nick... and my pal’s Josh.”
“So, Nick. What are you and your pal Josh up to tonight?”
He motioned to a waitress. “Glass of red wine for the lady, and I’ll have a shot of whiskey.” He placed money on her serving tray.
“Sure thing, mister.” The bubbly waitress bounced off, her bleached ponytail swinging from side to side.
“By the way, Josh is.” Nick smiled at Sadie, showing his fangs.
“He’s what?” Sadie looked out at the dance floor where Lara and Josh were dancing. Her head barely reached the middle of his chest and her straight, black hair swung back and forth with the beat of the music as she danced.
He waited while the waitress served their drinks and handed him his change. “He’s like us. But is she?”
“She is. Why?” She sipped her wine and scanned the crowd.
“Makes for fewer complications later on.” He watched as Josh put his long arms around Lara’s tiny waist and pulled her to him. “I think we’re on our own. They’re getting along just fine.”
Sadie sipped her wine. “You really think so?”
“See for yourself.” Nick gestured with his glass. Josh held Lara’s hips against his as they swayed to the slow song. His hands drifted to cup her backside as they danced.
“Sure looks like it.”
“So what would you like to do for the rest of the night?” Nick sat down across from her and motioned to the waitress for a refill.
“Lara and I were supposed to go out dancing.” She set her glass on the small square table.
“We still can. I know a nice place where we can get a bite to eat, too.” He placed his hand over hers. His thumb stroked the back of her hand.
She looked at him. “That’s not all you have in mind.”
The waitress brought his refill. He placed a ten dollar bill on her tray. “Keep the change.”
“Thanks, mister.” The waitress pocketed the money and hustled over to the next customer.
He took hold of Sadie’s hand. “Dance with me.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Or do you mean dry-humping?”
“Whatever.” He pulled her into his arms and onto the dance floor.
“This song is too fast to slow dance to.” She took a step back.
“I don’t care.” He held her with one hand on the back of her neck and one hand on the small of her back; her hips pressed against his. She put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. He placed his cheek on the top of her hair, swaying with her. The music changed to a different song, but they kept slow dancing.
“So how have you been?” he asked.
“What do you care?”
“A lot of things have changed. Including me.”
“Whatever.” She looked away.
He closed his eyes. “Had you heard about what happened?”
“Look at you two gettin’ all cozy.” Josh stood next to Nick. “So what’s the plan?”
“What would you ladies like to do?” Nick opened his eyes.
“Well, would you mind if I left with Josh?” Lara bit her lip.
Sadie stiffened. “I don’t mind. Text me later?”
Josh elbowed Nick. “Good luck.”
“Later, brother,” Nick said, exchanging a fist bump with Josh before he left.
“So how did you get here?” Sadie asked after Josh and Lara left.
“We rode our bikes. Was that your blue vintage Camaro with the t-tops outside?” Nick looked into her eyes.
She nodded. “So now what?”
He kissed her. “We can either go back to my place or I can follow you to yours.”
“I’m not leaving my baby here.”
“How about I follow you to your place, then? That way your car’s safe.”
“And that way you’ll know where my lair is. I’m not ready for that.” She pushed out of his arms.
“I guess I can’t blame you for not trusting me after what I did.” He followed her as she made her way through the crowd toward the exit and caught up to her in the front vestibule. “Hey, wait.”
“Why? You ran out on me the last time.” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
“Yeah, but I had to. I didn’t want to get you mixed-up in what I was into.”
“And I don’t want to get involved with someone who’s just going to walk out when things get tough.”
He tipped her face up so he could see her eyes. “I won’t do that this time. Let’s pretend we just met. Start over.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Why not try again? A do over.”
“I don’t know.”
“How about we see how the evening goes. No pressure.” He held up his hands in mock surrender.
“I guess we could.” She chewed her bottom lip.
He held out his hand. “Hello, I’m Nick. Nice to meet you, Sadie.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She rolled her eyes.
“Try it.”
She shook his hand. “Fine. Nice to meet you too.”
“So, do you want to go out to eat? More dancing? Somewhere we can be alone?” He moved so he stood close to her.
She let go of his hand and walked through the front doors and out into the parking lot. “I want to go somewhere and talk.”
He smiled. “I know just the place. Follow me.”
She stopped walking. “It better not be your lair.”
“Why not? It’s quiet and I have a perfectly good couch were we can sit and talk.”
“I don’t think so.”
“I can fill you in on what happened and how the Council busted me.”
“Maybe it’s better I don’t know the whole story.” She shuddered.
“Or we can just watch a movie. I have over two hundred channels.” He stopped and turned to face her. “I promise I’ll behave.”
“But just to talk. Nothing more.”
He smiled. “It’s a deal.”
She followed his vintage Triumph café racer to the outskirts of the city, where he parked behind a two-story Victorian, painted in rich earth tones. A stone stairway on the outside of the house led down to the basement, ending at a paneled steel security door.
“Home sweet home.” He held the door open for her.
“You live in a basement?” She glanced around. His apartment was more like a house, with a living room, a small but functional kitchen, two bedrooms, an office/storage area, and a small bathroom with a claw-footed tub. The craftsman-style door frames and paneled doors had been stripped and refinished to let the wood grain show. “It’s huge,” she said as she peeked through the open doors.
“My rent is reasonable and the whole basement is light-proof. The owners don’t mind if the occasional burglar goes missing.”
“So you’re a guard dog for the house? I never figured a bad boy like you would be one to do security work.”
“It’s more like Josh and I look after the neighborhood.”
She turned around to look at him. He’d hung his jacket on the antique oak and brass coat tree by the door. His plain tee shirt fit him well, showing off his stocky build. He walked around and turned on some vampire-friendly illumination. A brass floor lamp in the living room cast a soft glow around the room. The walls were painted a warm yellow, resembling reflected candlelight. The crown molding in the kitchen disguised strips of LED lights that ran around the top of the room, giving it a soft glow.
“So is he your roommate?” She stood in the doorway to what must be his bedroom. The double bed in the corner by the window was covered with a burgundy spread. Matching curtains covered the high windows and a thick oriental-style area rug covered the oak flooring. Brass wall sconces reflected a soft glow onto the wooden ceiling. The thick joists in the ceiling had been stained a rich mahogany color, and the oak tongue-and-groove that covered the floor and ceiling was stained a light honey color.
“Nope. He has the other half of the basement. Through that door over there.” He pointed to a door in the back wall of the kitchen with an antique stained-glass panel and a crystal knob.
“Oh great,” she muttered and walked over into the living room. “What if Josh and Lara get busy over there?"
“Don’t worry. It’s more soundproof than you’d think.” He sat down on the mocha leather couch. “So are you still an artist? Or have you found a new career?”
“Promise me you won’t laugh.” She sat down on the other end of the couch and placed her purse on the wood-and-glass coffee table.
He slid across and sat next to her. “Don’t tell me. You’re a stripper?”
She rolled her eyes. “No. I’m too chubby for that. I write romances and erotica.”
His mouth dropped open. “You write mommy porn?”
“Don’t call it that. It’s no worse than being a security guard.”
“Got me on that one.” He took hold of her hand. “Do you like what you do?”
Her face lit up. “I love it.”
He leaned over and kissed her. His tongue sought hers, flicking over her fangs. She pulled him close, holding onto his hip and shoulder. When she broke the kiss she said, “Did you miss me?”
“Yes.” He held her head in his hands. “You are even more beautiful than I remembered.”
She turned away. “I thought you forgot about me.”
He stroked her cheek until she looked at him. “Babe, I could never forget how your body felt beneath mine. I’m sorry I was such a dick and did you dirty like that. Once I defeated Tragg and his bunch, the Council was pretty pissed at me. I had to do some dirty jobs to get back in their good graces.”
She pulled him close and kissed him. Her tongue parted his lips, dancing in and out of his mouth. He put one hand beneath her snug black skirt and between her thighs. She fumbled with the button on his leather pants so she could stroke him. He moved her damp panties aside and slid two fingers inside her. She nuzzled his neck, nipping at the pale skin under his jaw. He bit her on the neck and she sank her fangs into his shoulder. They drank from each other before they kissed again, the coppery taste of blood tainting their lips.
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