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Chapter Five
I-64…
It took me two nights to get back to Lexington. That included one very long day buried in a barn's hay pile. I did learn some lessons though. Never trust that bitch, Tiffany!, was right at the top. But, seriously, I discovered that I could see in near darkness just as well as I could in a brightly lit room. And the sky! I'd read somewhere that there is something like 6,000 stars visible to the naked human eye from the surface of Earth. On a dark stretch of Interstate 64, halfway between the city lights of Ashland and Lexington, I had to stop and just marvel at the spectacle above me. Stars from horizon to horizon... More stars than I'd ever seen before. Stars that no human eyes would ever see except through a telescope. Damn, it was pretty.
I also discovered that I could run pretty damned fast for long periods of time without tiring. Running off to the side of the highway where passing motorists wouldn't see me, I was never able to pull out all the stops to see just how fast I could run. Still, gauging my speed by the cars on the interstate, I believed I was hitting 15 to 20 MPH while being nice and safe on the uneven ground I was running on. The thought of tripping and having my neck broken for a second time tonight kept me running safely even though I was in a hurry to get back home.
I cut it pretty close that morning, still only half convinced that sunlight would kill me. Pushing to get just one mile closer to home, I’d almost run out of time as the sun began to brighten the horizon behind me before finding an old barn I hoped would offer me enough shelter to survive the day. My body felt like it was on fire and my eyesight was fading fast when I stumbled inside and shut the door behind me. My last sight before I went blind was of a hay pile on the other end of the barn. Feeling my way down the length of the barn, I made it and burrowed deep into the darkness of the hay before passing out. When I woke up I wasn’t in pain and my eyesight had been restored. I spent many long, dull hours listening to mice trying to make peace with this new intruder into their home. While waiting for the night I made plans of all I needed to do once I got home.
Around midnight of my second night getting home, I had to slow down to no more than the jogging speed of a human the last miles to my house. Too many motorists on the roads to do more. Jogging up my street, I let out a long sigh of relief at the sight of my house. I didn't have my keys but Tiffany hadn't bothered to lock the door on her way out.
Making a quick tour of my house, I couldn’t help but end up in my favorite, comfy chair with my head in my hands. ‘How,’ I moaned to no one. ‘How could one person make such a mess in just a few days?’
My homemade quilts were now nailed over every window. It would take me days just to fill in the holes in my walls with Spackle, then sand and repaint. That’s even if I could match paint colors. I had the sinking feeling I was going to have to paint entire rooms again.
Looking at one of my antique china dishes overflowing with cigarette butts made me bury my head further in my hands. Tiffany had used it as an ashtray and it was ruined. I knew I’d never be able to remove the scorch marks. Darn it! I’d just bought the complete set on an antiquing trip through Upper Michigan this Summer!
That was the worst of the physical damage. Vacuuming the rugs and doing laundry would repair most of the rest. But, the damned smell! It would take more days of wiping down the walls I didn’t need to repaint, sending d****s out to be dry cleaned and sanitizing the fabric of every couch, chair and bed in the house to remove the stale odor of Tiffany’s damned cigarette smoke.
A sudden thought had me out of my comfy chair and running upstairs. I’d torn the wall out from between two small bedrooms on the opposite side of my house. In their place I now had one large study/library on the second floor. Tiffany hadn’t bothered to log off and my computer came to life when I touched the keyboard. Alive but frozen with a pretty nasty virus. Tiffany must have gotten my Log On code while I was semi-lucid after a feeding. I used a few tricks to get my computer to restart. Hopefully the anti-virus software I’d bought would clean start my computer. It did, but when I began running a System Sweep of my computer drives I pounded the table in frustration as the counter of VIRUSES DETECTED went from 1 to 8 and kept counting up. ‘My God! What did that bitch do? Surf every unsafe porn site in the world?’
I pulled an old laptop off a shelf and started it up. Luckily Tiffany hadn’t touched this computer. Tiffany had stolen two credit cards and the first thing I did was report them stolen and cancel them. In a desk drawer I had a MasterCard I’d applied for. I hadn’t needed it at the time and so hadn’t activated it. I did that now. I had a lot of supplies I needed to order on-line in the next week and a house to clean…
Olivia’s Car…
Oh, fuck me… After my Jack Daniel’s holiday and sleepover on a hard concrete floor, my head was pounding and my mouth tasted like I’d licked a dirty ashtray as I lit another cigarette hoping the nicotine would help stave off sleep. The only reason I was still mobile was the overwhelming desire that drove me to catch up to the son of a bitch vamp that had killed Grams.
After I’d woken up on the concrete floor of my Power Circle I knew automatically that the vamp was moving. I didn’t know if somehow he’d sensed my tracking spell or had just decided the time was right to move on. Throwing a few necessities in my car I’d followed. I tracked him going east to Washington, D.C. before cutting to the north. I gained a few miles on him by cutting north before reaching Washington but I was still miles behind. My chances of gaining any more on him were getting slimmer as he continued without stopping through the northeast heading for Canada.
A witch may have many abilities that a human doesn’t but the need for sleep is the same. A vamp might be able to stay awake for days. But, me? After forty hours of non-stop driving, I knew I’d reached my limit. Pulling off the Interstate at the next exit, I checked into a motel for sleep.
The next morning over breakfast I could sense that the bastard was further away than he was last night. Another biscuit and gravy disappeared from my plate as I considered my options. Unless the vamp stopped running, I’d never catch up. Bastard could stop somewhere for a few hours of sleep and drive for another week without stopping.
And what the hell would I, could I, do if I did catch him? My chances against a vamp with my few known cantrips and half studied spells from Grams’ spell book were slim at best. As I paid the bill I decided I’d follow the trail towards Canada for another day. If he stopped somewhere for long enough I might be able to call on a local Coven for help. If the vamp hadn’t stopped running by nightfall, I’d have to end my chase.
It was money I had to consider. Until Grams’ will was probated or whatever, my bank account and credit card limits were tapped out. Sleeping in my car at rest stops and eating light, my credit card might pay for enough fuel to get me back to Lexington.
Sleep may be one thing we witches have in common with humans. But, I had one thing humans didn’t. Years and years to hunt that bastard down! Barring accidental death, I could count on living another three to four hundred years. Four hundred years during which I’d study and grow stronger in my magic. I’d start as soon as I reached home. One day I’d run into a vamp and I vowed, on that day a vampire was gonna die…
Tiffany… Montreal, Canada
The sun had set when I finally called a halt. I had to trust that I was far enough ahead of any pursuers that I could stop for a night of rest and feeding. Letting that idiot Daniel drain me for his last free meal along with four days of running day and night without stopping for blood or rest had reduced me to near starvation. I’d pushed myself until the hunger in me threatened to become overwhelming. The last time that had happened a well known London bordello had burned to the ground in 1894. --Hell, I’d had to find some way to account for the dead bodies that didn’t shout vampire attack!-- Modern buildings with their damned fire safety codes would make setting another building on fire to cover my tracks much harder.
First things first… Stopping at a store that sold cell phones, I bought one using a ‘use one time and toss’ ID. Calling the number I’d memorized I reported in.
‘It’s done. He’s turned.’
‘It’s done? Then why are you in Canada instead of training him?’
‘A complication. There was a problem with some witches. They’re tracking me but he has my ring and I’ve led them away from him.’
‘The complication was you got sloppy. We’ve seen the police report. All you had to do was walk away from one fucking witch. Dammit, you Fangers beat all sometimes. Now he’s alone with no training. The Family isn’t happy.’
‘I’m sorry. I messed up. Look, I’m sorry I killed the witch. She surprised me and I had to make a split-second decision whether to run or fight. Her smell triggered my Blood Lust because the subject had just feed from me and I was drained and hungry. I hope she wasn’t any relation to you.’
‘She wasn’t,’ the voice on the other end told me and then sighed. ‘I’ve been out on my share of Field Ops myself, Tiff. Shit happens. I’ve had to kill your kind to defend myself. Thank The Big Guy, I’m not out in the field any longer and have a nice desk job. Having to watch my back constantly against all the feral vamps roaming around out there gets tiresome.’
The person on the line gave another long sigh. She was one of my closest friends. The fact that she was a witch and I was a vampire didn’t mean squat. We were both Family. I would die before I touched a single drop of her blood.
‘Hey,’ I asked, changing the subject. ‘Can you at least tell me, why him? He’s a first class nerd boy and…’
‘The why is way above our pay grades, Tiff. All I know is that the Ops was approved at the very top,’ I was told. ‘Don’t think about the ‘why’. Just think about the ‘how’. The ‘how you screwed the pooch’ part of the assignment. Don’t contact us again for six months. Make absolutely sure you’re untraceable.’
The call disconnected. Six months suspension from the Family. Could have been worse considering how badly I’d screwed up. Wrapping my hands around the phone, I twisted until the phone snapped in two. Tossing the halves down a sewer drain I got in my van. Driving to the nearest ritzy hotel I checked in. I deserved some comfort. A nice hotel like this had a bar and that was my next stop. Not for the alcohol. It would take chugging a bottle of whiskey to give me even a slight buzz. Believe me, I’ve tried. I stick to smoking meth or shooting heroin now for when I want a buzz and just drink alcohol for the taste.
The bar was dead, D. E. A. D., which really means something coming from a vampire. I’d hoped for a little more action. Besides the bartender there was a couple in their 50’s making goo-goo eyes at each other across the only occupied table. The Big Guy help me, I hate Canada.
I was about to leave to find a nightclub or somewhere with a little life in it when three men walked in. Late twenties, early thirties… Clean cut Mama boys in slacks and Polo shirts. There just might be some life in this bar after all, I thought, as I heard one guy say, ‘Whoa! Check out the babe at the bar.’ Vamp hearing, gotta love it.
Listening to them from across the room, I learned they were friends in town for a golfing weekend at a course nearby. Listening further I heard them laying bets on everything from closest to the hole to who would get the first birdie. Not sure why they wanted a bird, but hey, to each their own.
They were even betting on why I was alone in the bar. Two guys bet that I was a prostitute waiting for a John against one who bet I was just a traveler passing through. Then they matched quarters to see who would go to the bar for the next round. Even betting whether the loser would have the guts to ask me to join them at their table while he was at the bar getting the drinks. Then they bet on whether or not I’d accept the offer to join them. Seemed like these guys would bet on anything when away from Mama's apron strings.
As the bartender was drawing their beers, I was too hungry to wait for the man standing beside me at the bar to work up the courage to ask the question…
‘Sure, I’ll join you at your table,’ I jumped in and said as he was turning to me to ask.
‘How did you know…’
‘What you were going to ask? Just a hunch.’
Joining them at their table introductions were made. I forgot their names immediately. One had blonde hair, one brown and one had a receding hairline. Blondie, Brownie and Baldy. One of the first questions I was asked after giving my name was, ‘Why is a pretty girl like you sitting alone in a bar?’ I was starving and this close to three blood puppets, I could feel my fangs extending. It took an act of will to force them to retract before I could answer. I needed to hurry things along before I lost control and drained everyone in the bar.
‘I guess my boyfriend of the night has stood me up. I’m just having a drink before going home.’
‘Your ‘boyfriend of the evening’? So, you have more than one boyfriend.’
I laughed. ‘Well, one less after tonight. I don’t like wasting my time for nothing. I’ve got rent to pay just like everyone else.’
‘Your boyfriend was going to pay you?’
‘Look,’ I replied. I needed to get these three somewhere I could take my time feeding without ripping their throats out. ‘Let’s cut to the chase. I’m a call girl, escort, prostitute, whore… Whatever you want to call me and my night has suddenly become open. If any of you, or all three want some company tonight? I get six hundred dollars an hour.’
‘Whoa, too much for me.’ ‘Me, too.’ ‘Damn, you look worth it but I gotta pass.’
I sat back and considered my options. Knowing how they liked to bet, I made them an offer they’d find hard to turn down.
‘Tell you what,’ I had the suspicion that as much as they liked to bet on golf shots and anything else, their wallets were probably flush with twenties instead of hundreds. If six hundred was too rich for them, I’d lower my price to what they could afford and toss in a bet they couldn’t walk away from. I made my new offer while leaning over the table to flash more tit and cleavage, ‘Each of you pony up two hundred dollars and we’ll make a bet. Your money against,’ I picked up one of the quarters from the table they’d used to bet on who would buy the next round. ‘This quarter.’
‘Two hundred dollars of my money against that quarter. What’s the catch,’ Blondie asked suspiciously.
‘I’m gonna spin this quarter three times. One at a time, each of you will call ‘Heads or Tails’. If I win two out of three, I’ll pick up that money and go upstairs with one of you for an hour of happy time.’
‘But,’ Brownie looked around at his mates. ‘Which one of us?’
‘Guess you’ll have to bet on who will be the lucky guy. Maybe draw straws or something.’
‘Wait. Wait a minute,’ Baldy spoke up. ‘What if you lose? What if we win win two out of three?’
‘I still pickup the money,’ I replied. ‘But, I’ll go upstairs with all three of you and stay all night. I happen to know that dawn will be at 6:13 am tomorrow. If I lose, all night until dawn I’ll be every teenage fantasy you ever whacked off to in your sweaty little beds at night come to life’
I checked my watch. ‘That's the bet. For two hundred dollars each, one of you gets lucky for an hour. But, if I lose, all three of you can use this sweet body until dawn. For about nine hours I’ll be a walking, talking, fucking sex doll come to life…’
I sat back as they considered my offer. Money began hitting the table. Hell, I wanted to lose! Three feedings tonight would take the edge off my hunger for another two or three days depending on how much blood I’d drain from them.
A short time later I was entering their room. My fangs were extending again. Keeping my face turned away from the three of them I asked, ‘One at a time or all three together, boys?’

Chapter Six
Danial’s House…
Buttoning up the long leather coat, what Westerners would call a Duster, I drew a breath to center myself. The sunglasses that had offered the greatest UV Resistance I could find on-line were next and then the broad brim hat. In the mirror I looked like a ridiculous parody of the Marlboro Man. Having all this delivered by express mail had cost a bundle. If it helped me attend class it would be worth it.
I had one class in a building I estimated that I’d have to walk at a fast pace in sunlight for at least three minutes to reach. It was high noon and I was about to run a test to find out whether or not I could make it.
My front door faced north. When I opened it I didn’t get the full blast of the sun. Damn, even the reflected sunlight from the houses on the other side of the street made me feel like I was standing too close to a blast furnace. Standing too close but at least not standing in the furnace, I thought in relief.
Leaving my front door open, I stepped outside into the shade of my house. Squinting my eyes as much as I could while still being able to see, I checked the time on my watch. I made a mental note to really layer on more of the scentless suntan lotion I had on my entire body. The six tubes of black silk I’d sown and then layered down the inside of each of my trouser legs seemed to offer pretty good protection to my legs not covered by my coat.
Steeling my will, I walked towards the street. Stepping out into direct sunlight, I forced myself not to turn and retreat back into shade as the blast furnace doors opened and my skin felt like it was baking. Walking back and forth on the sidewalk I began timing myself as…
‘Daniel? Is that you, my boy?’
Turning, I squinted at the my next door neighbor, ‘Good afternoon, Rabbi Vanderbilt.’
Rabbi Vanderbilt cast a critical eye at my clothes. ‘I must say, Daniel. That’s certainly a, umm, a new look on you. Quite a change from your usual attire.’
‘I suppose it is, Rabbi,’ I answered as I walked towards him. 'I thought that a new school year... A new look.' A few feet from our property line I pulled up and stepped back as someone I hadn’t noticed suddenly appeared between me and Rabbi Vanderbilt. Whoever this was didn’t seem very happy at the thought of me trespassing on Rabbi Vanderbilt’s lawn. Was that a freaking sword he had in his hand?
‘Ahh, Rabbi? Do you have a house guest staying with you?’
‘No. No, Daniel. Though I like to believe that God is always close by,’ Rabbi Vanderbilt replied as he stood up and brushed the grass off his knees.
I looked closer at the figure standing just inside the Rabbi’s side of the property line and took another long step backwards. That was a sword in his hand! ‘Rabbi, I think God is closer to you than you may imagine.’
Straightening his back, he sighed, ‘Ach, an old man like me should stop this silly gardening, but my wife… She loves her flowers.’
Rabbi Vanderbilt’s wife had died a few months before I’d moved in next door. He still talked of her as though she was still alive. That raised an interesting question. ‘Rabbi, I’m curious. Life after death… How is that dealt with under the Old Law?’
‘My, you’re full of surprises today, Daniel. A new look and a question that would take five Talmudic scholars a lifetime to argue about before coming to five different answers,’ Rabbi Vanderbilt laughed and then gave me a considering look. ‘Have you grown taller, Daniel.’
‘Oh, I, ahh, I had a bad habit of slouching, Rabbi. I’m trying to improve my posture,’ I replied with the best excuse I’d come up with to explain why I’d grown four inches in a week.
‘Well, good posture is very important, Daniel. Stand tall and straight and perhaps your back won’t creak like mine does when you’re my age. But, you asked a question. Would you like to come inside and listen to my answer over a cold beer?’
One look at the figure still standing between me and Rabbi Stein and I hastily declined the invitation. ‘Perhaps another time, Rabbi. I have a million things to do before classes start in a couple of days.’
I turned to walk back inside my house when I had a thought. Stopping in the blessed shade of my house, I turned, ‘Rabbi, tonight in our backyards. Perhaps we could discuss it while sitting outside.’
‘That would be fine, Daniel.’
I didn’t run but I did walk fast to enter my house and close the door. I was in pain. Real pain! Though I could still see, everything was in black and white, barely visible as though seen through a thick fog of swirling, dark greyish smoke. I had to raise my watch to within an inch of my eyes and I could still barely see the time. Ten minutes… I’d lasted ten minutes in shade and direct sunlight!
I was weak and my skin felt as if I’d been suspended and rotisseried over an open flame. I leaned against the wall waiting for some strength to return to my legs. I felt like shit warmed over physically but mentally I was turning cartwheels of victory. Ten minutes! More than double the time I’d need to be outside at any one time on campus. College was still possible even after death!
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Olivia’s House…
I was running late. My job as a waitress at a local restaurant didn’t pay much but I needed every dime until Grams’ will was read or whatever the hell it needed to be. Tonight would be my first time back to work since Grams had died. I’d gotten a call from The Bitch, the manager of the restaurant. I either showed up for work or she’d have to replace me.
I’d been very busy in the few days I’d been back. Moving out of my apartment and into what was now my house. Moving back into what had been my room when I’d lived with Grams had felt strange but I couldn’t bring myself to even enter her bedroom yet. Every time I entered a room I expected to see Grams. Every morning I woke up I expected to hear Grams rattling pots and pans in the kitchen while calling out, ‘Wake up sleepyhead! It’s a brand new day with new possibilities.’ I wasn’t used to the house being so empty. So quiet.
Shaking off the mood I was in I ran for my car. Luck was with me. Traffic was light and I arrived just in time to hit the time clock for my evening shift without a lecture from The Bitch for being late. Tying an apron on over my uniform, I found our assistant manager, Dean, and asked what tables I’d be covering. Since I was the last waitress to report for work, of course I got the worst section of tables where I could expect the fewest number of diners and the least amount in tips. Fuck it! Plastering a smile on my face I got to work.
I made enough in tips to fill my car’s gas tank by closing time. That was something at least. I’d be able to get to work for tomorrow night’s shift. At least Dean had asked if I wanted an extra hour on the clock getting things readied for the restaurant to open next day. I was busy refilling condiment containers on all the tables when Dean locked the doors on the last of the kitchen staff to leave.
I followed Dean into the office. Kicking the door shut, we didn’t waste time on pleasantries. We’d started fucking my third night on the job and we both knew what we wanted. Kissing and groping while buttons and zippers began opening. I sat on the edge of the desk and began unbuckling Dean’s belt.
‘You have no idea how much I need this,’ I told Dean.
‘I hope just as much as I wanted you to come back to work,’ Dean replied while undoing the last button of my blouse. Bending down to kiss me, his hands began undoing my slacks. Our pants hit our ankles at the same time. Sitting on the edge of the desk, I spread my legs. When Dean moved to fill the gap between my thighs I took his cock in my hand and placed the tip between my pussy lips. Dean pushed forwards and took me as I leaned back onto outstretched arms and finally onto my back.
Dean’s hands grasped my hips and pulled me to him as as I raised my knees and spread my legs further apart. Feeling him take me deep, I was in no mood to argue semantics but there’s a world of difference between ‘want’ and ‘need’. A witch’s need for sex, especially a young witch like me, was something that was breed into us from the time of the First One’s if the legends were true.
Spoiler alert! Humanity was not the first sentient race to walk the Earth. Again, we have nothing but half remembered legends. No one knows where the First Ones came from, how they got here or why they left after an apocalyptic war that almost destroyed the world. They were the ones who took the genetic material they found here and made the Races.
Each race was breed for a specific purpose. Elves and Dwarves to tend huge forests and mine the earth for materials to build great cities and arm huge armies. The smaller races like Sprites and Pixies, to tend the fields that fed those huge armies. And the foot soldiers, the cannon fodder of those armies? Humanity, breeding like rabbits, supplied that. There were other Races that survived and Races that were destroyed entirely in the last war that forced the First Ones from our planet.
Vampires? Nothing in the legends explains their existence.
And Witches? We were breed as house servants and sex slaves. Breed for beauty and the bedroom. Again if we believe the legends, the females of the First Ones were fertile only once every century or two. During their long infertile cycles they were completely uninterested in sex. Males of any race, being males, wanted more than sex every century or so, so they made us, the Witches, from the genetic material of their females and Humanity. Making certain that Witches retained Humanity’s sex drive while adding a little more to the mix.
As I’ve said, legends suggest that the females of the First Ones had no desire for sex except at the very rare times they were fertile. But, during those infrequent fertile times, their appetite for sex was unlimited. Anything with a male appendage between the legs was fair game to them during the one to two weeks they wanted to make babies.
The female First Ones' need to procreate during their fertile period was breed into Witches. It’s a real bitch sometimes to have the 24/7 ability to desire sex of human females combined with the need to fuck First Ones' females had when they were fertile. It was that combination which had made my dad all too agreeable to my coming to live with Grams the Summer after I hit puberty. Being caught in our barn straddling my cousin as I used him as my own, private sex toy probably had a lot to do with his decision, too.
The first thing Grams taught me was that I wasn’t crazy. I wasn’t a slut nor a nymphomaniac. I was just different from human females. The second thing she taught me was a simple ‘Day After’ cantrip to prevent pregnancy. As you might expect, an oversexed witch that had the green light to fuck from the only adult in her life was very popular in high school. Grams had told me that as I aged I’d be able to better manage this need I had for sex. Until then, if I went more than two or three days without sex I’d begin to lose control. If I went too long, I might end up in a barn rap*ng my cousin again.
The upside to our need for a steady diet of sex, besides the fun, was our ability to do magic. Mixing the First Ones' female’s genetics with human is what makes it possible for witches to weave magic.
After learning of Grams’ death and then my chase after the damned vampire who’d killed her, it was the longest I’d gone without sex since moving to Lexington. Dean’s cock driving into me began to ease my sexual frustration. My first orgasm gave even more release to my tension. With every bad thing there’s usually a good thing that evens out the bad. Being highly orgasmic counted as a good thing in my book. It was while I was having my second orgasm that I heard Dean groan and felt him come deep inside. I felt the tension in me ease the most. There’s something about knowing I have cum in me that brings relief.
Going for so long without sex had me craving for more tonight. I was sucking Dean’s cock to get him hard again while he was on the phone explaining to his wife that there was a pile of paperwork he needed to do tonight and for her not to wait up. Forty minutes and three orgasms later I was on my hands and knees, feeling so much better as more cum was spewed deep inside me.