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Two hours later I had Alex pinned face down on the remnants of what had once been a queen-sized mattress. I'd held it atop of her at one time during our fight, hoping to pin her down. Fingers clawing like badger claws had ripped through the fabric like a buzz saw.
Our fight had been much closer than I would have believed considering my new muscles and Alex's slight frame. I was much stronger than her. Especially since she'd let me drink so much of her blood earlier. I was at full strength while she was, literally, running on empty. But Alex was fast. Blindingly fast. She also had the advantage of experience. I'd been a vampire for an hour. Alex had had decades, perhaps even centuries, to hone her Vampiric abilities.
Though she looked no older than her early twenties, she'd let it slip that she'd lived (un-lived?) through World War Two. I wondered how old she really was in the very few moments I had the chance to do anything other than defend myself during our fight. In the end, it was Alex's twin desire to fight and fuck which shifted the balance in my favor.
Any time Alex began gaining the advantage, my Tear's influence upon her made her pause to try and slide my cock between her legs. As our fight progressed I gained experience with my new strength and speed quickly through necessity. I'd had Alex pinned beneath me for the last fifteen or twenty minutes. During that time I'd been satisfying my desire, and Alex's Tear driven need for sex. While thrusting hard into Alex, I discovered another ability I'd gained as a vampire. I could prolong sex until I was ready to come. After coming, I could will my cock to stay hard with a thought.
I wasn't certain how I could tell, but I knew when my Tear's influence upon Alex left her. Though her Tear driven need for sex disappeared she showed no less pleasure from my rough usage of her body until I felt satisfied again. My Human side felt satisfied sexually. Another part of me, apparently my newly awakened Vampiric side, felt satisfied that I had proven my mastery over this other, interloping vampire.
Alex's cries and screams had crescendoed through an orgasm during our sex as I used her hard, enjoying the slim, writhing body under me until I took my own satisfaction and loosed more cum into her pussy. I didn't need to regain my breath. In fact, I'd found I didn't need to breathe at all. As I slowly pulled my cock from her, I continued to hold her down in case her immobility was a trick to make me relax before she attacked again. Instead of attacking, she continued to lie quiet. To my amazement, she only asked, "Bite me."
"What?"
"Bite. Me. You idiot," Alex said in measured tones as if explaining something simple, "You dislocated my arm from my shoulder. Bite me and pull it back into its socket."
"What?"
Alex didn't move except to sigh deeply, "I forget you don't know anything. Something, we call it Venom, coats our fangs when we extend them. A bite from one of us turns pain into pleasure. The more intense the pain, the more pleasure. It lasts only about a minute once our fangs are withdrawn but while we feed the Human has only pleasurable feelings. Bite me and while I'm still under the influence of your Venom set my shoulder!"
I hadn't even known I'd done so much damage while wrestling Alex down. Then I thought of how much pain she must have been in during the long minutes while I held her down and fucked her. If some of her screams had been caused by the pain of her torn shoulder, others had ripped the air as she came in a long, shuddering orgasm. I knew this because I'd smelled the scent of her sex wet up as she came. I shook my head in disbelief. This was taking enjoyment of rough sex to the extreme!
"I can't bite you, I don't have fangs," I told Alex. Running my finger over my teeth, I checked to make certain.
She groaned, completely convinced I was an idiot. "Of course you do. You're a freaking vampire now! They're behind your canines. Just think about extending them."
Again, like trying to produce a Tear, I concentrated on using something I hadn't known I had. I felt something move and when I probed with a finger, I felt... Fangs! Forgetting Alex, I ran into the bathroom to look in the mirror. They were very slender, extending perhaps half of an inch past my canines and curved slightly inwards. My Mother had sewing needles thicker and much longer than my fangs. I extended and retracted them several times getting the knack of it.
I told Alex how thin they were. She answered, "What did you expect? We don't go around ripping Human throats open. Well, not unless we want to." Just then she gritted her teeth, trying to control the volume of her scream as her arm moved to pop back into the socket. I felt sickened from the sound of bone scraping against bone as her arm had moved. Pressing her face into the mattress while hitting the floor with a fist, she was angry. "Why the fuck couldn't you have bitten me before the damned Buggies decided to heal my shoulder!"
"Umm, sorry?"
Alex let out a long breath and sat up. Gingerly extending her arm, she nodded. "I'll be good as new in an hour. Damn, it will be dawn soon. Not enough time for me to hunt and get some blood to replace what I gave you."
"You can feel the sun about to rise?" I couldn't feel anything different.
Alex pointed at my alarm clock which amazingly had remained unbroken and plugged in during our fight. "Weather Channel," was her simple answer.
"So we go to sleep now?"
"Hell no! What the fuck would be the use of being apex predators if we were helpless half of each day. Just more shit from stupid writers. Artistic license my ass! All of 'em should be drained! We do sleep. An hour a day is all we need and it's a natural sleep, not a coma like in the movies. You'll wake up if someone tries to sneak up on you. If we need to we can stay awake for a week."
"That will come in useful this semester when I'm studying."
"You're not going to college anymore," Alex told me as if stating a fact while still flexing her arm. "We're leaving tonight before the damned witches get our scent. I've been here too long already."
"I'm not leaving my home! I've got classes!"
"Really? And how are you going to attend your classes?"
I didn't catch her meaning for several seconds and then, "Sunlight?"
"Yep! That's one thing the writers got correct. Oh, we don't burst into flame or crumble to ash but our Buggies REALLY don't like sunlight. It's the UV rays our brainy vamps say. Helpful tip, stay away from tanning salons. That's a mistake I won't make again! A couple of minutes in direct sunlight and you'll be paralyzed by pain. Death, real death, in maybe fifteen agonizing minutes later. Under a large, shady tree with thick clothes and a blanket, you might last out a day. Maybe... But you sure aren't going to enjoy it."
"Damn," I muttered. I was close to graduating with dual majors in Education and History. I wanted to teach at the university level. There had to be a way! I was standing at the door to the master bath when Alex walked over to reach up to pat my shoulder in a comforting gesture. Looking down at her I thought I saw a look of compassion on her face. But then she looked down to gaze at my newly acquired super-sized dick and... Nope! Not compassion. She was just horny...
Looking down at Alex... Wait a minute! I began to realize I was looking down... When I met Alex, we were so evenly matched in height I hadn't needed to look down! I grabbed an arm and pulled her to stand beside me in front of the bathroom mirror. Oh, shit!
"Oww," she squealed. "You don't need to be so rough!" Then she ran a fingertip down my chest and cooed, "But, it's appreciated."
I ignored Alex and stared at our reflection in the mirror. I was at least..."I've grown four, maybe five inches," I said, still not believing it.
Alex patted my once flabby belly. "The Buggies had a lot to work with. I guess your new dick wasn't the only thing they wanted to up-size."
"But..." Okay, think about this, Chuck. No reason to panic, I told myself as I went down the list. Eye surgery will explain why I no longer wear glasses. Diet will explain the weight loss. Gym membership to explain muscles. But... "How the hell do I explain to my Mom how I grew four inches overnight!"
If Alex was paying any attention to my dilemma she didn't show it as she shook her head to make her hair move and, "I need a haircut."
I was still lost in thought as I wandered out of my bathroom and noticed the window was lighting up as the sun rose. My quilt was... My quilt? MY QUILT! My handmade quilt was nailed to the wall to cover my bedroom window!
"Alex! What did you do? That quilt was over a hundred years old and you nailed it to my wall!"
Alex gave me a so-what shoulder shrug. "What's the big deal? I'm over a hundred years old and you don't see me crying that you nailed me." Alex shook her repaired arm. "Damn thing tingles. Must be some nerve damage."
"That quilt was worth a lot of money to collectors. All of my quilts are..." Oh, shit! "Alex, my other quilts..."
"Maybe you should just stay here and not look at the windows on the first floor."
I ran downstairs. Every window had a quilt nailed to the wall to cover it. Not just tacked to the walls with itty-bitty nails but with huge nails that would leave holes! I slumped. A voice at my side made me flinch in surprise, "What was I supposed to do? Shut myself up with you in your bathroom until the sun went down? I would have missed my game shows."
My quilt collection had just lost 90% of its value. The majority of the walls in my house had huge damned holes in them. I'd have to fill them in, sand them down, and good luck trying to match the paint perfectly. I'm gonna have to re-paint my entire house, I moaned and banged my forehead into a wall.
I was rewarded with the sound of a crack as I put a large dent into the drywall. Vampiric strength was going to take some time to get used to. I needed a beer! It was early in the day but I really needed a beer. Then I had a depressing thought, "Alex, is blood all we can eat?"
"Nah," she answered over a shoulder as she walked towards my den. "We can drink or eat anything. Helps us pass as Humans. But we don't get any nourishment from any of it. And be careful! Everything we eat comes out the same way it went in. Listen to the voice of experience, chew everything up really good before swallowing."
Alex was in my chair, remote in hand as she turned on my TV and began flipping through the channels. I just knew my good china plate she was using as an ashtray was ruined. I'm dead. I'm a vampire. My house is wrecked. What else can go wrong, I asked myself as I walked over and pushed on the swinging door that separated the kitchen from my den. The next moment I was cringing on the opposite side of my den. It had been like trying to walk through a door into a blast furnace. Alex changed the channel to HGTV. "I ran outa quilts before I got to the windows in your kitchen," she said as Fox News appeared on the screen.
"And you didn't bother to tell me!?"
"It's one of those things you just have to experience before you really believe," she said, lighting another cigarette and clicking to pass on the PBS channel as Mr. Rogers began putting on his sweater.
Okay! Sunlight bad, beer good. I can work with this...
I sat on my sofa and put my head down in my hands. Is this Hell? Am I really, really dead? Have I been condemned to an eternity of no beer and having to watch crappy daytime TV programming, I asked myself as an episode of Charmed I'd seen a million times appeared on TNT.
'Mmm, witches,' I heard Alex murmur. It sounded like she was salivating.
Meanwhile... Outside a supermarket
"Lieutenant, I'm sorry to have called you out on a Sunday," Cynthia called out as I ducked under the crime scene tape. My former partner was always respectful of my new promotion when others were around. I stopped to take in the entire scene before I'd have to concentrate on the specific. Walking over to me so we could talk, Cynthia glanced around to make sure no one was near, "Brian, we got a bad one here."
Without consulting her notes, Cynthia began filling me in. "Ida Knowles. Female, Caucasian, sixty-seven... The store manager noticed the car parked in the same spot for three days. He came to get the plate number and phone a tow truck when he noticed the smell. Iraq veteran, he knew what it was. She's probably been in the trunk for three days." Cynthia grimaced. "In this heat? It wasn't pretty. Uniforms arrived, popped the trunk to make sure no one needed assistance, called us. I got the call two hours ago and knew I'd need to call you when..." Cynthia stopped and took a deep breath. "Brian, someone ripped her throat out."
"Dogs," I asked as I hunkered down on my heels to look under the car. I knew others had looked but it never hurts to check for yourself.
Cynthia shook her head. "CSI guy says it looks more like someone just yanked the flesh away. No bite marks or signs of cutting. Of course, we'll wait for the M.E.'s report but... Brian, he's good. We've worked cases with him before. If he was a rookie I wouldn't have called you out."
I saw George walking towards us. I remembered him from cases before I made Lieutenant. He was a good CSI. Good enough to know he stank of death and to stop several feet away downwind. He nodded at me and let his eyes wander to Cynthia. Despite being a great detective, I think Cynthia was the only one in the department who didn't know George had a crush on her.
Pulling his eyes away from my former partner, George said, "M.E. took the body away an hour ago, Lieutenant. I've been doing my thing and..." George shook his head. "Unless I'm wrong we've got a very strong, very psychotic killer."
I made a go-on hand wave and George continued, "There's no blood! A few drops here and there on the asphalt and in the trunk. Looks like someone dragged her from the driver's seat and put her in the trunk here. But there's no other signs of blood! With the throat ripped out there should have been blood all over! Unless she was killed somewhere else and then driven here before being stuffed in the trunk, I can't explain it. But why do it that way? Anyway Lieutenant, I've got house keys and her address from her driver's license. Keys are clean. No blood on them."
I took the evidence bag containing the keys and signed to take possession. "Cynthia, I'm going to check out her house. Have the uniforms do another sweep of the tall grass in the back of the store to make sure we haven't missed a blood pool."
Ida Knowles' home wasn't far away. With a uniform to back me up, it wasn't long before we were parked in front of a single-story brick house. Small lot, small house in the fashion that was built just after the last world war ended and the vets were flooding back to the States. The front door was open but the screen door was closed. As I stepped onto the porch I could hear someone moving around inside.
Before I could rap on the screen door a voice called out, "Grams, where have you been? I've got..."
The voice stopped as a young woman appeared from around a corner. Five-five or six. Blue blouse tucked into jeans. Very pretty with long, copper-colored hair.
"Sorry," she said wiping her hands on a dishcloth she was holding. "I thought you were..." She stopped talking again when she noticed the uniform behind me. "Grams! Is she okay?"
Death notices are never easy. But Miss Terry Knowles took the news pretty well. After asking permission, the uniform and I did a search of the house looking for signs of struggle or blood. Nothing. The house was tidy as if Ida had just stepped out to pick up a few items at the market. Which my gut told me she had.
"I live out Winchester road," Ms. Knowles told me as we sat. "I've got my own life and job. Sometimes Grams and me didn't speak for a few days but we always tried to have Sunday lunch together. Her car was gone when I showed up but the door was open. I just thought she'd stepped out for a couple of minutes. I was peeling potatoes when you showed up..."
I tried not to give details but, 'I need to know something when I phone the family in Tennessee, Lieutenant!' Terry Knowles had a way of asking questions and I ended up saying more than I'd intended.
I gave Ms. Knowles my card, asking her to call if she remembered or noticed anything in the future. The uniform and I were standing next to my car when I asked, "Did anything strike you as odd, Officer Franklin?"
Franklin took his cap off and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Putting his cap back on, he said, "Lieutenant, if anyone just told me my Grandmother had her throat ripped out, I'd be looking for someone to kill! But, she seemed to get calmer."
I nodded. I'd noticed that, too. My gut was churning. Something about this case spelled trouble. I just knew I hadn't seen the last of Terry Knowles as we drove back to the crime scene. Cynthia needed to check out this other Knowles.
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I stood out of sight behind the screen door. Witch hearing isn't as good as Elven but I heard every word. Those cops were wrong. I wasn't calm. I was a long way from being calm! Vampire! It had to be one of those animals who'd killed Grams. Blood loss. Throat ripped out to hide the fang marks. Vampire! I continued to stand long after the cops drove away. Hatred burned a scar in me.
I knew what I had to do and I moved with purpose. I knew what was in Grams' will. This house was mine now. I needed to claim it. Going downstairs to the small utility basement I toed off my shoes and stripped. With no one to see me naked, I didn't bother to put on one of the robes hanging from a peg. Crossing to the shelves built along one wall I found the hidden latch and pulled. One portion of the wall clicked and shelves moved out an inch. Pushing the wall and shelves open, I lit candles in the room beyond with a simple cantrip.
No one but Grams and me knew that her small basement had once been a full basement. Spells had helped but it had taken her months back in the 1950s to make this, her hidden spell room. I almost forgot and turned to lay my earrings on the top of the clothes dryer. No metals except pure gold, silver, or platinum were ever to go into the spell room. I walked down the steps to the floor which was several feet lower than the other. Bookshelves, tables, chairs, and the steps I was descending were all held together with wooden pegs, not metal nails.
In the center of the room was a circular indentation cut into concrete. Fifteen feet in diameter, the indentation wasn't large but it gleamed with the poured gold which filled it. This Power Circle was one of the largest in North America. I walked to the center of the Circle and, raising my arms, recited the incantation Grams had made me memorize. A golden haze filled the Power Circle. The Earth could explode under my feet now and I wouldn't be harmed until the Circle was drained of Power. In less than a minute I gained command of a huge reservoir of Power. The larger the Circle the more Power it could store. I never imagined how much Power Grams had control of. It was mine now along with everything else.
I checked all the household spells the Circle Powered. The Shield was still tight. Since it would be impossible to explain to her Human friends why they kept smashing their noses on an invisible barrier, Grams had crafted her Shield to accept Humans. Anyone else, anything else would be denied entrance unless invited. Useful for keeping pesky flies and other Supernaturals out. I checked. Nothing had tried to force its way past the Shield.
I lowered my arms and the golden haze around me disappeared. My command of the circle didn't. I could draw on its Power from anywhere in the world now. Oh, how I wanted to use that Power! Crossing the room to the bookshelves I looked over the books, tomes, and parchments that filled every horizontal surface. For over a century it had been Grams' passion to catalog spells and other lore. I slipped out the first book. Aardvark... Was ground-up aardvark liver necessary for a nightmare potion? I grimaced and replaced the book. I never wanted to find out but if I knew I'd just been drinking ground up aardvark liver? I sure as hell would have nightmares!
I'd never taken my studies seriously. There had been boys and my job and boys and the thrill of living on my own and boys... I was only twenty! I thought I'd have decades, centuries, to do all this stupid studying. Grams had taken me in six years ago when my Dad had kicked me out of his house. I thought of all the times she'd tried to convince me that I needed to learn about my Power. Sorry, Grams. I was a pretty piss-poor student, I said to the room and choked up. Rubbing the sudden wetness from my eyes, I started looking through books towards the end of the shelf. My intuition that every subject was filed alphabetically paid off. In the Vs, I found what I was looking for.
Upstairs I went to my old room and got the bottle, ashtray and, cigarettes I kept stashed there. Grams had never let me smoke in the house. In the den, I lit up and began making the house smell like I owned it. With equal amounts of nicotine and good Kentucky whiskey in me, I began reading. There was a vampire to kill!
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