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Prey and Predator
By Malissa Madison
This is a work of fiction and fantasy, no humans were harmed in its
writing. It is only for the purpose of entertainment and I urge you not
to seek out those who stalk the night. You might run across the wrong
kind who will not be as kind as those in this purely fictional though
shorter story than usual.
"I opened the old fashioned Envelope made of heavy yellowish brown paper
that seemed more in keeping with the Seventeen hundreds style
Calligraphy that was used in the writing of the address. Two things
intrigued me about the envelope. First there was no return address of
any kind, front or back to indicate its sender. Second was the thickness
of it and the lack of postage or post marks. Yet it had been hand
delivered to me by a postal worker when I went to collect it.
I sat in my car, and carefully opened the envelope fully, dumping its
contents into my lap. A single sheet of Velum paper was wrapped around
ten One Thousand Dollar bills, and a round trip First Class ticket to
Las Vegas.
Carefully I read the note,
"Malissa Madison,"
"I am but one of your biggest fans. And would love to meet with you in
person to discuss the possibility that you might write my story."
"I know you value your privacy as it has been painstaking to find your
address to deliver this invitation. If you would rather not, I do
understand, and please keep the cash as my contribution to my favorite
Author, to cover your inconvenience."
"If you choose to meet with me please come to the MGM Grand, where you
will find the executive elevator. Tell the bellman that Lady Lissa
expects you, and he will ensure you reach me in all haste."
"Love, Lissa T. V."
Wow, one of my fans, I'd written lots of stories for different sites
using that Pen Name, two of which actually paid me a small fee for my
work. So thinking it must be from one of those that this fan knew me I
began to wonder which of my children's or Adventure stories they had
read.
I placed a call to my Publisher inquiring if anyone had tried to reach
me lately.
"Well Sweetie, you're a very popular writer with some groups. But I
assure you the only one in this office that knows that address is me,
And I would never give it out without contacting you for permission
first."
"Thank you," I had said to Deloris and hung up.
I pondered it a full three days before I called Trans World and booked
my flight with the open ended Tickets. I'd never in my life flown First
Class in actuality, though I'd written about it in many of my stories.
I packed a travel bag, my laptop, my other writing supplies that I kept
always handy. Then several of my nicer outfits, and headed for the
Airport.
The flight began simply enough, then after takeoff a young stewardess
brought me a white Wine. She was perhaps Twenty Two or maybe Three, with
long flowing brown hair. And her body was gorgeous to behold. Her eyes
sparkled as she watched my face, and I realized she was a Trans-sister.
"Please excuse me," she said in a low voice. "I recognized your name on
the flight log. I love your stories," she said. "My name is Constance by
the way. If you need anything, anything at all just say so."
"Thank you, you're so sweet. And very pretty, so tell me Which of my
stories are your favorites?" I asked.
"I really identified with Lieutenant Madison. I spent four years in the
army myself when I was searching for who I really was." I decided she
was closer to Twenty Seven, since it would take at least three years to
attain the figure and development she was sporting.
"So tell me," I said. "Were you upset by the loss of Major Rivers, like
so many others?"
"At first yes, but then I realized Jerome needed that kick to force his
own actions. Otherwise the story would have stagnated."
"You must really be a true fan to know that I would prefer white wine
over anything else," I offered.
"It's the one constant Drink in all of your stories," she giggled.
Without being asked I signed one of the cocktail napkins and handed it
to her. "To a lovely Stew, and a wonderful fan, Malissa Madison"
She almost squealed with joy as she tucked it in her pocket.
When we landed I found a Limousine waiting for me, I was now curious
because I had no way of calling ahead. So someone must be tracking the
ticket, I thought to myself.
My bags I found were already in the trunk, and a Bellhop at the Hotel
Casino retrieved them saying, "You are already checked in Miss Madison.
I hope your stay is pleasant as well as profitable."
I tipped him as I followed him inside. The roar of the guests and
tourists coming from the main floor casino was more than I was used too.
Straight ahead was the Casino. To the left and right were convention
halls, and I looked around for the main desk? I spotted it and started
that direction, only to see a bank of elevators and the bellhop with my
luggage entering one. I was too far away to catch up before the doors
closed though, so I decided to turn around and ask my room number at the
desk. I fished out the Velum Note to have it handy, and another Bellman
stepped quickly out of an Elevator I had not seen before.
He nodded toward the note in my hand, a question in his eyes. I saw then
he was wearing a turtle neck under his fine linen suit, as he finally
asked who I might be looking for.
"I'm sorry," I responded. "I'm the guest of Lady Lissa, she's expecting
me."
"Right this way Miss," his eyes appraised me like one lover would
appraise a new rival.
He punched in some sort of code into the panel and the doors closed as
the small room began to rise. Yes it was the size of a small room,
easily large enough for more than a dozen persons at once.
When the little bell chimed our arrival I looked up to see the number
Twenty Five before the doors opened. He nodded and I stepped out into a
huge Foyer as a young girl stepped through a door from the right side.
"May I help you?" asked the pretty blonde teen.
"Ummm, the Lady Lissa is expecting me. My name is Malissa," I started
but before I could finish she squealed out loud. Soon joined by another
younger girl about twelve years old.
"It's her Callie, it's really her," they hugged each other jumping up
and down.
"Please excuse my girls, they're just so excited to meet our favorite
Author of all time." said a woman who had entered silently from the
opposite side.
"I'm Calista," the youngest introduced herself. "I'm Felicity, Momma
said you would come, but we weren't sure."
"I'm curious, seeing your daughters, which of my stories are your
favorites?" I asked.
The girls both tried to speak at once, "Wyoming" Felicity said, "Living
the Dream" chimed in Callista then quickly followed it by asking, "Do
you have a Julie for real?"
"I did at one time, and yes My Momma gave her to me when I was fifteen.
She was my ticket to brief escapes of freedom," I admitted.
"You first caught our attention, after Constance found you on
FictionMania," I was told. "It's been so nice reading your stories and
wondering how you come up with some of them."
"Isn't Calista a bit young to be reading those kinds of stories?" I
voiced my concern.
"Am not, I'll be thirty one next week," she giggled as my jaw dropped
open.
"Felicity is nearly seventy, but I hardly remember my own true age."
Lissa stated seriously. She appeared to be in her mid to late twenties
at most. Felicity in her late teens, and Calista I'd swear couldn't be
more than twelve or thirteen.
"But, no way that's not possible." I started thinking quickly for some
sort of explanation.
I was lead into a sitting room, and they began telling me how they
enjoyed fantasizing they were characters in my stories. "You make it so
easy for them Dear. It's your style of writing, you understand."
A young girl dressed in nothing but a pretty powder blue Baby Doll
entered with a tray of snacks. "Ma'am, the lady Constance is on her way
home, and Lady Theresa is waiting for an Audience."
"Thank you Denise," began my host moments before another woman charged
into the room. Denise cowered behind her mistress, and both young girls
were instantly in front of me, I could hear the most chilling hissing,
and in the mirrored wall behind the newcomer I saw a row of sharp fangs,
and glowing red eyes.
"You won't offer me a snack?"
"She is not to be harmed, she is under my protection as are my Thralls.
You were sent for because you failed to introduce yourself as is custom
before you began hunting in my territory," the Lady Lissa held her in
her gaze. "Were you not made aware of the rules the last time you passed
through these parts?"
"Rules, for the likes of us?" Theresa practically cackled. "They are no
better than livestock. Food for the taking."
"Not here they are not. They provide us what we need and we provide them
protections from most like you." My hostess stated. "Let me remind you
of the rules. You may hunt freely so long as you do not kill
indiscriminately. If you do take a life, be sure that it is one that
would not be missed. Or has marked himself by his own actions."
"And how do you expect me to determine that?"
Lissa flipped a business card at her and she caught it out of the air.
"Call the number and ask, if there is any question. And since you are
not a resident, you may not leave any Thralls behind. Ahhh, yes, and the
Age limit still exists. You do remember that correct?"
Looking at me I could feel myself being drawn to her. "We could have
such fun together," she said aloud. And a shiver of fear ran through me
as I was sure that fun would end in my death.
"Leave us now, and remember, We, Police our own."
"You're, you're," I stammered.
"Vampires?" my hostess asked. "We are more than mere Vampires, I should
have thought by the stories we read and enjoy you would have realized,
we are Trans-Vampires." The inviting warm comforting smile was there.
"Why me, why did you choose me to write your story? Why not one of the
other authors who have written Vampire stories?"
"They lack the sight to see the many sides to our kind," I was told.
"And Malissa, there are many kinds of us as well. For instance, we live
here as a family. Much like those in the twilight books which you have
enjoyed. Yet we do not really sparkle in sunlight."
I heard a soft chime in the far part of the penthouse. "Ahh, Girls your
Sister is finally here."
I looked up to see the stewardess Constance float gracefully into the
room. "You mean all those stories are just myths?" I asked.
"Humans need something to grasp so they feel safe at night." Constance
said. "Mother, I saw Theresa in the Casino, should we warn the others
she is here again?"
"They already know Dearest," Lissa said with a smile. "How was your
flight?"
Constance giggled and pulled out the napkin. "I got the first
Autograph."
"No that would be your cousin Linda. She did get the signature for the
envelope after all." Then Lissa looked at me. "I can see you are tired
from your journey, we should let you rest." She picked up a crystal bell
next to her chair and it rang musically.
A moment later a similarly clad young girl in a Pink Baby Doll appeared.
"Rachel, Sweetie, you will escort Miss Madison to her room and provide
for her every need."
"Yes Mistress Lissa," the girl giggled as she led me to my room where I
found my luggage.
"I never met a real Author before," she gushed as she led me to a hot
bath. I felt utterly relaxed as she stripped me and then herself before
taking me into the bath where she bathed me in scented water. Soon we
were both aroused and I saw that she too was Transgendered.
I lost track of my orgasms as we made love until I was ready to fall
asleep. Rachel continued to rub her neck against my face, almost
urgently. Then I noticed the nearly invisible marks from fangs, she
expected me to feed as she whimpered like an addict in withdrawal.
"Rachel, I'm sorry. I can't do that for you," I said. "I'm not a Vampire
like your mistress."
With a shriek of horror she scampered wailing in pain as if she'd been
rejected from the room.
"Rachel, whatever is the matter?" I heard Lissa ask in the hallway.
"You, you gave me to a, a human. How did I displease you? Let me redeem
myself please!" she cried throwing herself at Lissa's feet.
"Rachel, I thought you would be honored. I gave you to her because you
would please her and not make her uncomfortable." Now the three younger
vampires were standing there as well.
Kneeling beside her I tried to pull her into my arms, "Rachel, it is I
who am honored to have been pleased so thoroughly by you. If I were a
Vampire I could not imagine wanting any other Thrall but you," I said
honestly.
Rachel wiped away her tears and looked up at me, "Really?"
"You are so delicious and skilled, I've never been more satisfied in my
life." I finally managed to wrap my arms around her.
"Rachel, you are exempt from feeding so long as you are pleasing our
Author." This seemed to have an opposite effect on her.
"B, but I need it Mistress Lissa. The rush, the warmth." She pleaded.
"Very well," Lissa held out her hand stretching her fingers toward a
bowl of fruit selecting an apple. She bit it in several places, her
tongue washing over the surface after each one. "Take this and share it
with your temporary Mistress. And we will see you at dinner."
"Thank you Mistress," Rachel replied happily.
"Do this well and we'll be celebrating your Awakening?" Lissa promised.
I hadn't thought about it but I evidently got some of the Endorphin rich
venom as I kissed Rachel while she hungrily ate the apple.
The result was seeing my hostess in my dreams, not just her but her
memories, as if I was her at the time. I was for all intents and
purposes Lissa in my dreams.
"So you really want to know who I am. Everything about me?" I asked the
neatly dressed woman sitting across from me. "I rather doubt you wish to
know everything young lady."
"Lissa Ann McLeod, doesn't exist. We checked. Nor are her fingerprints
on file. So why don't you cut the crap and tell me who you really are,
Mr?"
"I already told you, Lissa Ann McLeod. Born 4 July 1879, in San
Francisco." There now that's more than you had before. May I see my
Daughter now? I'm sure she is getting worried, as well as hungry. And
you don't want to see her fits if she gets too hungry."
To tell the truth I really was worried about Calista, for one of us she
was not only very young, but very vulnerable. I knew that she was
hungry, even I was hungry. I only hoped that Felicity had managed to
escape with enough to tide us over until we could find another source.
Felicity would as we'd predetermined many other times, wait three days
before taking any actions to free us. But then it had only been the two
of us, Calista was new, less than a year old as we recon our ages.
"Do you really expect me to believe that you are one hundred and thirty
three?" she shook her head.
"I really don't care what you believe," I told the woman. "I'm worried
about my child."
"Right, your child. Let's talk about her a minute. Was she from a
previous marriage, where is her mother?"
"Debora, may I call you Debora? Or do you prefer Debbie Cakes?"
I saw her gasp in shock, my calm smile not wavering. "As a mother of
three surely you can understand my concerns. My daughter is hungry, and
she needs me."
"We're getting her some food, She'll be ok."
My hearing registered the others in the room next door leaving, after
all I was cuffed to the ring in the center of the table. And they were
tired of listening to a crazy lady.
"Debora, as one mother to another, please let me see my daughter. She
might hurt herself or someone else if she gets too hungry," I let my
will compel her.
Leaning forward she carefully unlocked the cuffs, not that they were
actually restraining me. "Thank you, no harm will come to you for being
kind."
She opened the door and walked me across the hall to the room that held
Calista.
Stepping inside I took in the barred window, noting it was a three story
drop to the pavement below.
"Momma," she rushed into my arms. "I'm so hungry Momma, please let me
Feed."
"All in good time Sweetie. All in good time." the sun was barely down,
soon very soon we would be out of here.
The door opened again and another woman entered. "Here I got you a
burger and a coke," she said holding it out toward Calista as she eyed
the other woman and myself.
"Calista, take only what you need. We'll hunt later before we move on."
Now both women looked at me strange. But it was Calista who made the
first move. Grabbing the hand with the bag of food she pushed back the
long sleeve and sank her fangs in deep. I counted to ten as I held
Debora motionless.
"Calista, enough." I said.
"But Momma she tastes so good and I'm hungry."
"Wait by the window," I said.
"You, you promised not to hurt me," pleaded Debora.
And I have no intention of it now, only a quick bite to take the edge
off. You'll sleep for a bit and know nothing when you wake up." And I
bared the back of her neck before sinking my own fangs in, counting only
to Six before I licked the wound sealing it.
The bars were nothing to us, as I let Calista remove them before jumping
to the pavement below.
We stayed to the shadows, moving steadily knowing where Felicity would
be. Sure enough she was there waiting.
"Momma, oh Momma, Calista I was getting worried," she said.
"Never mind that now. Did you manage to get some supplies for you and
your sister at least?"
"I, Momma I couldn't get enough. I have some for Calista though." She
moved to a doorway and returned with a bag of blood.
Calista sank her fangs into the bag, sucking greedily until it was
empty. Then looked at her sister as if to ask for another.
"I'm sorry Sis, the rest, the rest has spoiled." Looking at me she said,
"That was the only bag that wasn't tainted, Momma."
Calista was reaching for another bag. "No Calista, smell it, smell
what's inside," I instructed. Her little nose wrinkled moments before
she threw the bag with such force it splattered its contents across the
side of the next buildings wall.
"Why would you take that?" she demanded of her sister.
"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry and grabbed what was in front of me."
"Girls," I hissed a warning. "We are family, we do not fight amongst
ourselves. Calista, we will hunt," was all that I said. I knew where to
go. Every big city has one, where there are prey as well as predators.
As I watched my girls preparing, I thought back to my own turning, my
own first hunt. It had been along the Warf in San Francisco. I was just
one more of any number of girls plying my trade. At nineteen I thought
I'd seen everything. I fancied myself a show girl, even though the shows
I performed in were for those who liked my kind of girl.
He was very dashing, handsome to the point of being pretty. And he
showered me with affection when I accepted his invitation to a private
party.
"Lissa, I've admired you from afar. And I want to taste your nectar, to
free you of your submissive nature." He stroked my shaft until it was
erect as he took me from behind. His other hand caressing my bare
breasts. Then as I began to climax I felt a sharp pain at the juncture
of my neck and shoulder. I panicked, I felt my life draining away,
floating near death, until I felt his blood wetting my lips.
At first it was a game with us as he taught me to hunt. Taking only the
dregs of society, the murderers and rapists. But alas we grew apart, he
had a taste for young women. Whereas I was always careful not to take
someone who would be missed.
I traveled and lived alone for many long decades after that. Meeting an
occasional other like myself from time to time.
After a while I grew weary of wandering. I decided to settle down in one
place until I was too young to not be noticed anymore. I'd learned to
hunt smart, never killing unless I needed to. But never touching anyone
close by, lest I be caught.
I watched my girls begin their stroll past the movie theater. Their too
short skirts. Their pigtails bouncing in the breeze as they giggled.
Out of a darkened corner came three men, I could feel their intent as
they closed on their prey, unaware that they themselves were the actual
prey.
"This is a short cut," I heard Felicity say as she steered them toward
the blind alley.
"Are you sure? It's late and I'm getting scared," Calista feigned fear.
The men followed and began closing in, as I shadowed my girls from
above.
"What do we have here guys? Two pretty little girls waiting to get
broken in right. I bet we can get a good price for the little one too,"
said the one in the middle. Already opening his pants for the assault.
The soft thump of my feet as I dropped behind them caused them to turn
away.
Calista being the youngest and the most in need, wasted no time. The
speed and urgency of her attack governed the venom she injected as she
began to feed. Holding the largest brute immobile I said, "And to think
they believe a King Cobra's venom is the fastest acting in the world."
Felicity sank in her fangs, just little nibbles barely more than
scratches, the endorphins more prevalent than the venom. She eased her
victim to the ground, her hands hurrying to open his fly.
"Now you see, I know how to play too," she giggled as she quickly
mounted his now stiffened member. She quickly rode him to orgasm before
leaning over at his neck. "Now you can cum," she sank her teeth into his
neck. His body spasming as it pumped his seed into her, his now racing
heart beating furiously as she sucked his life away.
"Momma, Felicity is playing with her food again," Complained Calista.
Felicity grinned as she leaned back letting her own stiff cock ejaculate
onto the man's chest as the life finally faded from his eyes. "Don't be
so shocked little sister, you'll be playing with your food too when you
reach my age."
Felicity was sixteen, and had been for years. Calista was a different
matter altogether. And though I knew both her parents, she was as big a
mystery to me as she was to Felicity. For I knew when she had been born,
I also knew she had not been awakened.
It had been nine months since her parents told me of her birth. Her
father was a Vampire friend of mine, her mother was his Thrall Wife.
When they told me, I thought perhaps he had given in, and Caroline had
gotten pregnant by a human. But Calista proved to be a hybrid. Very rare
of our kind.in the two weeks since her birth and my meeting her for the
first time she had grown and aged three years.
Her mother had been awakened to save her life when the child was born,
and maybe it was their constant hunting that drew the attention. When
Felicity and I arrived it was too late for her parents. But we found her
feeding on the one who had attacked them.
It took us a while to find Lindall's research. He had uncovered
information about other hybrids. They grew rapidly in the first two to
three years dependent on how often and how much they fed. Their fangs
were shorter, and their venom lacked the ability to be used to awaken
others to our life. Most that he had been in contact with were over a
hundred, yet still appeared to be in their late teens. So they never
really lost the ability to age as a true Vampire did.
We helped Calista hunt down the other one who had helped destroy her
parents. And she had chosen of her own to join us.
"Momma, are you not going to eat?"
I smiled at her then. "Let's share this one." Calista took one wrist, I
took the other. And Felicity let out a feral growl as she latch onto his
still protruding member.
When I released his lifeless body Felicity stood wiping her chin. "Mmmm,
Blood and Cream," she giggled.
"You are going to teach your sister bad habits," I warned her.
"Not me Momma. I'll never let anyone touch me that way."
"Well you aren't as old as your sister, your still too young for any of
that anyway."
I woke in a sweat, Rachel curled up in my arms, a contented smile on her
lips. The nearly finished apple core still grasped in her hand.
A sudden urge to sink my teeth into the apple washed over me. and I eyed
it where it was cuddled lovingly between her breasts. I was bending my
head to take a bite when her eyes opened.
With a giggle she slid the apple downward, my eyes following it to the
tip of her throbbing cock. It soon glistened with the combined juices of
the venom filled apple. I barely registered her fingers as they entwined
in my hair. My tongue curled around the head as I engulfed it. The apple
now rubbing around my own engorged cock.
Such was the euphoria I never registered my own hunger as my teeth bit
deeply around the base. Hers doing the same.
It seemed like seconds had passed, before Lady Lissa was there. I felt
both week and sated at the same time unaware of what had happened.
"Damnit, I should have seen this," she said to no one as she bit deep
into both her wrists before pressing them to our lips. It was like warm
fire liquid flowing down my throat. In the distance I heard her call.
"Girls, I need you."
I lay there my whole body on fire, my heart racing out of control. Every
nerve alive, ever scent, every emotion. And yet I lay motionless, dead
to the world as the changes took place. Deep inside my soul something
else was awakened. A hungering thirst like no other I'd ever known.
"She's beautiful Momma, they both are," Calista's voice said.
A giggle startled me, "I'm so happy for Rachel, Momma. She wanted this
so much." It was Felicity.
"Yes, well we'll have to guide them until they learn to hunt for
themselves. But I wonder how this will affect our favorite stories?"
Lissa commented. "Be ready, they're almost awake."
Now a month later having learned to feed a little each night, taking
only that which I need, I'm preparing to return home. Unsure of whose
story I will write. The Lady Lissa's, or my own. Yet the two are
connected as she is my creator.
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