Feed the Night B"( FF vamp )[2/3] Her destination was an ancient looking bookstore. But inside, there were more than just books. There were maps and stones and items of unimaginable age and use. These oddities were the possessions of Lodairos, a neutral friend to all who roamed in the night. Not one of them, he knew more of their nature and history than any other human. Perhaps even more than many of the elders. He always had a strong desire to be consumed by them and live his life as an undead creature, but he also feared such transition. Still, of German descent and American citizenry he was a resource for many of those who found themselves in a time of tribulation. Jezebel knew that he would be awake when she came to his shop, because he had adapted the hours and many traits of their lifestyle. A small light glowed in the back of the shop and a small, elderly figure came to the door. He peered through the glass and smiled. "Jezebel! Good to see you, dear!" His voice was like bratwurst-- warm and inviting with just enough spice to catch your attention. "I need help, Lodairos," she said, fumbling with her purse. "Come in, then... Come in! Come in!" He said, waving his arm and ushering her into the store. The smell of old paper and rich leather bindings calmed her nerves a little. "I was with something last night. I got-- I got carried away. I need to help them. It's my fault and I want them to recover." "But, child... Once taken by nasferatu, one never recovers. Merely regains consciousness. They are, clinically, dead. You know that." "Yes. I know-- I know. I should have controlled myself and avoided this whole situation, but I couldn't and I didn't. But I can try to keep things from getting worse. Will you help?" "Jezzy, this person... I've never seen you bother with someone like this. It isn't like you." "She's different. This person isn't like anyone else that I've taken before." "You like this person, no?" "I-- I think so. Lodairos, will you help me or not?" "Yes. I have what you need, but I can promise nothing." Jezebel hugged the old man and thanked him. He left the room, disappearing into a dark recessed closet that looked more like a medieval medicine cabinet. He returned with a vial of powder. "What is this?" She asked. "Crushed leaves of certain medicinal trees from Eastern Europe. Shavings of Catar bone..." "It will help her?" "Not alone. You must keep her warm. You must mix your own blood with this and place it on her tongue. She will absorb it. If she is going to be well, this will speed up the process. But if it is not meant for her to survive... Then this will do nothing." "I appreciate your help, Lodairos. Thank you." Jezebel carefully wrapped the vial in cloth and secured it inside of her purse. Dawn crept over the horizon as she tapped the numbers into the electronic lock and entered her apartment. The cliche of the lonely vampire racing against the sun to stay alive was just that-- a cliche. But the sunlight did lessen one's strength and senses. A recently fed vampire suffered little effect from the sun, but one who had fed as much as a day before would be as week as a human with the flu. Truly uncomfortable. Jezebel had fed only hours before, but she was too intoxicated and too worn from worry to imagine leaving again soon. She wanted to administer the medicine to Andi and sleep... Jezebel willed her incisors to protrude and carefully snagged the flesh of her forearm on one tooth. A large drop of blood swelled to the surface immediately. She coaxed it into the vial, with her fingernail. She shook the vial and tilted it until several drops dripped onto her finger. She knelt next to Andi. "I have to give you this, sweet heart. It should help you." She was not sure if Andi could hear her or not. She was likely still in a deep sleep. She prodded her mouth open and placed the powder and blood mixture beneath her tongue. "You are an angel... I hope you will forgive me for what I've done to you if you ever awake." Jezebel sighed and placed her purse and the vial next to the nightstand, on the floor. Jezebel slipped her shoes from her feet and let them dangle over the edge as she sat. It was so warm. It felt as if it were a sauna or a hot day in the middle of the Arizona desert. Jezebel was sweating. She removed her clothes and stood naked. It helped very little to relieve her from the temperature. She touched the back of her hand to Andi's arm, beneath the blanket. She was still very cold. She hoped the heat was helping her. She crawled beneath the covers of the bed and slid herself next to Andi's body. Her arms wrapped around the lithe beauty and her body scooted close, to press as much of her own flesh against Andi's as she could. Andi's cool skin felt nice to Jezebel and cooled her off. And the heat from Jezebel's body might help Andi. Cradling Andi in her arms, Jezebel fell asleep. She dreamed. For the first time in years she dreamt. A man with black eyes and a large frame stopped her in the hallway, as she entered her apartment. He shoved her inside and threw her to the floor. She tried to fight him off. She had the strength of several mortal men, but this one held her securely as he raped her and then slit her throat. Her vision dissipated with the last image seen being that of her own heart torn from her chest and held in the hands of her attacker. It was rare for her to dream. She would awake knowing that she had dreamt. She would remember a man with dark eyes. A large man. She would recall him stopping her in the hall. But the rest would be an uncomfortable blur and soon be forgotten. Jezebel heard screaming. That is what woke her up. A loud, thrashing sound and shuddering screams. They were coming from this very room. She forced her weary eyes open. Beneath her lay Jezebel, still deeply asleep. Beneath her? She saw where she was. Jezebel was between Andi's legs and her body undulated against her. Her clitoris was throbbing and her legs were burning. Her breasts bounced as she thrust her hips against Andi. Andi's breasts shook softly back and forth with the incessant motion between her legs. And the scream. Jezebel realized it was of her own voice, as an orgasm came upon her in a surprising wave of ecstasy. Jezebel had awakened in the morning a few times before to the happiness of reeling from a wet dream. But this was incredible. The physical stimulation of her body hard and clawing for satisfaction. Experiencing an unexpected sexual climax. It tripped her mind over its own thoughts and she forgot, momentarily, who the girl beneath her was and what she was doing atop her. She gathered herself and slid to the side of Andi. She stared at her face and closed eyes. Her great breasts and flat stomach. She tried not to think of what had just happened. How she had come to be on top of Andi and how she had achieved such wonderful orgasm. In a way, it frightened her too much to think about. Losing control again, she thought. She was losing control again. "What are you doing to me?" She whispered to Andi. Why did she suddenly care so much for someone? And why was she unable to control her desires for this girl? Why? She wasn't a human any longer. She was nasferatu. She was unto herself all she desired and needed. The necessity of another soul was only for her feeding. But Andi... Andi, she needed. Jezebel shivered and a tiny aftershock flew down her spine while another warmed her belly. She prayed that Andi would be well, to a god that she knew was not there. Then she fell asleep again. Her body was so tired. Her mind was loose. Even having fed half a day before, she was not strong. She was not energized and healthy. That disparate feeling continued over the next few days. Jezebel slept. When she would awake, she could hardly make it into the kitchen to eat, or to get a glass of water. Every movement was laborious. She would always return to Andi's side and hold her arms around her. Only then could she sleep. And only in sleep could she tolerate the reeling jumbled senses of her mind. She knew that she was losing weight. She was dehydrated from her inability and unwillingness to continue her trips into the kitchen for water. Even the bathroom next to the bedroom, to cup her hands beneath the water of the faucet and sip from them became too painful and draining. So she slept on. Nightmares filled her sleep. Years without dreams seemed to suddenly compensate her with the most vivid and frightening, illogical images and surreal scenes. More than a week passed. Jezebel awoke once again. Her body was no longer cold the way it always had been and it was not boiling as the temperature in the room had caused her to feel for these many days. She felt flushed. She felt a stirring inside of her body that she welcomed. She opened her eyes and the feeling grew more intense. Between her legs Andi lay flat on her stomach, fingers parting Jezebel's lips and her tongue caressing her clit. Jezebel opened her mouth to speak, but Andi's talented tongue only permitted a weak gasp and a sigh to come from Jezebel. She squeezed her legs around Andi's face, gently and enjoyed the soft feminine expertise. The tongue danced and skated over the soft flesh of her labia and pressed itself against her clitoris, stroking the hood that covered it. The tongue came down and was thrust into her vagina. Only now did Jezebel contemplate the surprising length and dexterity of Andi's tongue. Her body convulsed and she involuntarily shook, writhing beneath Andi and bucking her hips. Andi pulled her body from between Jezebel's legs and came up to kiss her lips once. Jezebel moaned and tried to speak. Her mind was still in a fog that cradled her thought. She knew what she wanted to say, but her body insisted on extracting as much pleasure from its recent violent as it could. Andi spoke, "I've heard that most comatose men wake up in the hospital with an erection. I always wondered if women awoke sexually aroused, too." Jezebel moved her lips, but she still could not make sense enough to push the words out. Andi continued, "I can say without a doubt that they do. At first, I couldn't move. I could only see. I couldn't even feel anything for awhile. I was scared, too, but I did not want to wake you. I knew that you had been caring for me. When my body gained its senses, I could feel my nipples. They were so hard. I felt like a soft breeze of freezing winter air had just cascaded over my skin. And when I looked at you... Saw you sleeping beside me... God, I didn't want to wake you but I was... In need of you." Jezebel smiled, "You're turning me on... Unless you suddenly have a huge reserve of energy, you should stop talking like that." She winked. "I'm sorry," she feigned an apologetic little girl pout, "Like I said, I couldn't control myself. I had to have you. Asleep or awake." She grinned. "Desire and control are difficult and dangerous to manage," Jezebel said. Only after the words came out did she realize how true they were. "Fuck me," Andi whispered, kissing Jezebel again. She traced her index finger from Jezebel's cheek, along her chin, down her neck, slowly between her breasts, and down her stomach. Jezebel's eyes closed and she bit her lip. Jezebel whispered, "Say that word again." "Fuck." Jezebel shivered. Fuck sounded like the chorus of a heavenly hymn from Andi's lips. "I'm glad that you're well, Andi. You don't have any idea how badly I felt the entire time that you were out. I lo--" "I know you feel bad about it. I know..." Andi leaned over to kiss her again. Jezebel moved away for a moment, to an obviously agitated Andi. "Wait a minute," Jezebel said. "I need to tell you something. And I know you're going to hate me or want to kill me. I... I wish I could do something about it, because I-- really like you. But I owe you the truth." "Alright," Andi said, retreating from her sexual dominance. "Do you know why you were out for so long? It was my fault. I..." Jezebel took a breath and swallowed before attempting to continue. She touched her hand to the still visible bite mark on Andi's neck. Andi caught Jezebel's hand and pressed her own over it, letting Jezebel's palm lie flat over the wound. "It's alright, Jezebel. I know what you are." Jezebel's eyes gave away her surprise. "What?" "I know what you did to me... What I am. I understand. It's really weird and I don't know the consequences, but I'm okay with it. You aren't as sublime and happy as you let on, Jezebel. I know your troubles and I know you..." "But... How?" "I don't know. I do. Just trust me: I know what has happened and I don't hate you for it. My life isn't worth-- wasn't worth living the way I was before. I wasn't who I wanted to be. You could have done nothing to make things worse, even if you killed me." "I'm so sorry," Jezebel whispered again. Andi fell to embrace her. "Stop. I told you not to be sorry. I've been awake for awhile. I had a chance to think while you slept. I need to figure some things out. I need to get my mind straight. But I do know what I want right now..." Jezebel looked at her, curious. "Fuck..." Andi whispered, kissing the full lips of her Sire. She felt the soft rhythm of Jezebel's gyrating body below. Her clit rubbed against hers. Her skin melted against Jezebel's. Jezebel's hands reached for Andi's and clasped them. She turned her arms upward, resting on their elbows; offering support for Andi as she gave herself to Jezebel again. Soft folds of skin titillated the soft lower lips of the other. Their moisture mixed. The insides of Jezebel's thighs lit fires against the friction of rubbing against the outsides of Andi's thighs. They thrust their hips toward one another, reaching for orgasm. Reaching for the satisfaction that one could provide the other. Their eyes met and locked. Bodies shook and breasts bounced. Breaths came short. Sighs came readily. Andi took her right hand from Jezebel's left hand, resting much of her weight on her other. Andi drew her hand quickly across her own breast and Jezebel's face showed a brief confusion when Andi removed her hand to reveal a thin, deep slice beneath her right aureole. Blood spilled from it. Andi leaned forward and offered the breast to Jezebel's willing lips. Andi felt Jezebel's warm tongue lapping at the blood and drinking it from the vein in her breast. It felt beautiful and right. Her entire upper body wanted to float and felt weightless. She felt her pussy contract and her stomach convulse. She was coming and she released her inhibitions, screaming loudly and pulling Jezebel's hair tightly to one side. Her toes curled and her eyes clenched tightly. Against the blackness of her eyelids, Andi saw a man of large build. He removed his glasses to reveal the blackest eyes she had ever seen... --Through My Eyes-- A month had passed since Jezebel and Andi met. A month since Andi had been bitten and brought into the life of the undead. Andi had come to view Jezebel as a mentor, mother, and lover. In turn, Jezebel regarded Andi as her savior. An angel sent to rejuvinate her heart and soul and lust for living. The night became theirs. It was the cloak that shrouded them as they made love, talked, danced and entangled themselves in each other's web But when morning came, and sleep drew them in, Andi was tortured by nightmares. Jezebel slept well, but worried greatly for her lover. She would cradle her in her arms and assure Andi that all was right. But the fear and sickness in her eyes frightened Jezebel. She would speak to Andi almost daily about the nightmares. Asking questions. Digging for a way to resolve the pain she saw her in. But her questions were dodged. She knew when Andi was lying, but did not press her on that aspect. Still wondered why Andi would hide anything from her. Jezebel looked up as Andi entered the room and drew the drapes closed, forcing the rising sun from the apartment. "Hello, angel," Jezebel said. Andi came to the bed. She kissed Jezebel. "Hello, yourself." Andi started to pull away, but Jezebel's arms wrapped around her back and stopped her. Jezebel pulled her down until Andi came to a straddling position above her. "Stop fidgeting with the curtains and doors and come to bed," Jezebel said. She didn't have to repeat herself. Andi turned out the lights and it was nearly dark inside. Jezebel reached between Andi's legs and slid her middle finger into her pussy, up to the knuckle. Andi squirmed and fell to her side, willing Jezebel to do with her as she wished. She withdrew the finger and put it to her mouth. Licking it first, then drawing it into her mouth, pursing her lips around the finger. "You taste like peaches..." Andi slipped her index finger into her own pussy and pulled it out, glistening and shining in the faint light. She pressed it to Jezebel's lips and watched as it was happily taken in to her mouth. "I know that you know what this feels like, Andi... When you want to crawl inside of the other's body and fuck them from the inside. Wishing you could experience the sensations they feel as you are causing them..." Andi nodded, breathlessly whispering agreement. Jezebel pushed Andi onto her back and put her palm against her pelvic bone, letting her fingers cascade down to her vagina. She lightly brushed her middle finger against Andi's clitoris and watched a wave come over her, causing her to shiver. She put more pressure on her clit and began a consistent circular motion, rubbing her clitoris around and around, letting the friction of Andi's own body rubbing against her clit induce an orgasm. The motions sped up and her hand was beginning to be visible only as a blur of pale white. Andi shuddered and her hands quickly grabbed Jezebel's, holding it against her pussy, and guiding her fingers into Andi. She held Jezebel's hand still and humped her hips upward, onto the long, artistic digits. Andi closed her eyes and came. Against the blackness of her eyelids, she saw a tall man with ivory skin and dark, brooding eyes. She was vaguely aware of the image. Her interest and body were occupied by the fire in her belly. "Don't stop, Jezzy-- God don't you dare stop!" She cried. And Jezebel didn't. She continued her ministrations. She eased a second and a third finger in. A fourth was soon to join them when Andi's hand coaxed them eagerly to enter her body. She was panting and her body undulated like a raft in the torrid sea. Sweat began to cover her forehead and her chest. Her thighs were an excited pink and her labia were full and voluptuous. Another image painted itself on the backs of Andi's eyelids. She was slightly more aware of this one, but her brain, consumed in the moment of ecstasy discarded it. A woman lay on the floor by the man's feet, a line of blood about her neck. "More," Andi whispered, "More Jezzy, I want you inside of me." "No, child-- I'll hurt you. I don't want it to hurt, sweet," Jezebel argued. "I don't care. Let it hurt. Please, Jezebel. God, I want you inside of my body. Yourself, you said you wanted such." "But," she protested. "Just put that fucking hand in me. Don't worry about me... Please... Just do it quickly and it won't hurt..." Jezebel gathered herself and knelt on her hands. She took hold of her wrist with her other hand and forced her entire right hand into Andi's pussy. Her body resisted at first and it took much strength to enter. But she was in, to her wrist now and it caused only one long guttural scream from Andi. Jezebel was shocked at what she was doing. There was something sensual about having her fist inside of this warm body. It made her feel connected and she was, for awhile, a part of Andi. It was spectacular. "Does this feel well, Andi?" She asked, hoping that she had indeed found enjoyment in this, as it was she that had insisted. Andi said nothing. She clenched her teeth and breathed heavily like a woman in labor. She was sweating and shaking. Her eyes were tightly shut. Her cunt was begging to be relieved of the mass inside of her. Her skin quaked. Jezebel's hand began to twist in semi-circular motions. This sent Andi over the edge and her body entered the most intense orgasm she could recall. She screamed, loud enough to hurt Jezebel's ears. She wanted the hand out of her, but she desired to have it within her, too. It was beginning to overwhelm her and she could no longer accept the stimulation and the intriguing, odd sense of pain inside of her, swelling throughout her lower body, belly, breasts... The image reappeared against her eyelids. It was Jezebel at the floor. Punctured neck with a streak of blood. Another streak of the blood was faintly visible on the dark shoes of the black-eyed man above her. Andi passed out.