Bridge to Nowhere
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“Well, that was easy,” Mike mused as they arrived back at their quarters.
“Uh huh,” Melody agreed. “Almost ... too easy. I wouldn’t expect all of our assignments to be that simple.”
“Agreed.”
As the pair embraced, happy at their first successful negotiation with a genie servant and her master, there came a knock at their door. Mike crossed the small bridge of their quarters, opening the door slowly.
“Congratulations my friends!” King Farzan said exuberantly.
“Farzan! Thank you, sir. Please, come in,” Mike replied.
“Thank you. Ah, Melody, there you are,” he said, greeting her with a warm hug. “Selena has been raving about you ever since she arrived back from your training yesterday!”
Giggling, Melody answered, “Well, I owe it all to her. She’s an excellent teacher.”
“What can we do for you?” Mike asked.
Waving his hand, Farzan replied, “Of course, of course, to business. The next genie servant is a member of the Water Tribe, and I have come to assist you in finding their location, as well as to provide you some information on that genie’s master.”
“Awesome! What’ve you got for us?” Melody said.
With a wave of his hand, Farzan conjured up a large, ethereal globe of Earth, spinning it around momentarily before zooming in on an area. He checked several locations before saying, “Ah, there she is. Your next target is here, in Los Angeles, California in the United States.”
“That doesn’t exactly narrow it down,” Mike said. “LA is literally one of the biggest cities on the planet.”
With a warm laugh, Farzan replied, “Of course, but I know specifically who the genie’s master is. Meet Shane Walker, aged twenty-two and student at the University of Southern California.” The globe disappeared and became a cloud showing Shane’s picture, as well as some of his demographic information. “He found his genie his freshman year, four years ago, and has used her powers to become one of the most popular students at his school, being a football star and the president of his fraternity.”
Flipping through Shane’s information with his hands, Mike mused, “This guy’s list of conquests ... it’s ridiculously long! Holy crap, who on campus hasn’t he had sex with?”
“How many of those were due to his genie’s intervention?” Melody asked.
“Directly? Not quite as many as you might think,” Farzan answered. “Only about a quarter were ones he slept with thanks to a direct wish.”
“All the girls fall for the stupid jock,” Mike sighed.
“Quite true. However, of the ones that he did use a wish to have sex with, I believe this one,” Farzan pulled up one girl’s profile, “is of particular note.”
Studying the information momentarily, Mike replied, “Farzan my friend, you are a genius...”
“SHANE!!!!” the brothers of Zeta Beta Tau cheered.
“What up, my bros?!” Shane replied.
“Helluva party last night, man,” one of the brothers said, shaking his hand.
“Please, that was nothin’. Just wait ‘til ya see what I got cookin’ for tonight! No spoilers, but let’s just say it’s gonna be a ... target rich environment for all my dear brothers.”
As the living room of frat boys cheered, Shane excused himself to his room upstairs, saying he had to confirm the band for that night. He smirked to himself in anticipation as he climbed the stairs, slowly walking down the hallway until he arrived at Zeta Beta Tau’s Presidential Quarters. Entering his room, he locked the door behind him, calling out for Kendra.
“Babe? You here?”
“Right heeeeere!” she said, relaxing on the bed with a fashion magazine.
“Kendra, this is unacceptable! Where is your uniform?” Shane said harshly.
“My apologies, Master,” she replied. With a snap of her fingers, she was instantly clad in bikini bottoms and a wet t-shirt, flaunting her DD breasts proudly. With long, bleach blonde hair and richly tanned skin, Kendra blended into the USC campus brilliantly, appearing to be a perfectly normal twenty-one year-old student. Even so, Shane rarely let her leave the frat house, only bringing her out in public for instances where he wanted to show off with her powers.
“Much better,” Shane said, inspecting her form. “Now then, is everything ready for tonight’s party?”
“Yep,” she replied in her valley girl accent. “Band’s gonna be bitchin’, all the hottest girls on campus will be here, and of course, a keg of Coors is in route.”
“Perfect,” Shane said, running his fingers through his short, brown hair. “I wish my last class was canceled for the day so that I can fuck your brains out, babe.”
“I don’t know if I’d make that wish ... something else might come up,” a strange voice came from behind him, interrupting Kendra’s granting of his wish.
Turning around on his foot, Shane found himself face-to-face with a man, perhaps a couple of years older than him, with short, blonde hair and a look of confidence in his eye. “How’d you fuckin’ get in here?”
“Hello, to you too. My name’s Mike.”
“I don’t care who the fuck you are, get outta my room!” Shane ordered.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, Kendra quietly said, “I have not yet done what you asked ... do you want me to-”
“Shut up and sit down, Kendra. I’ll handle this fucker,” Shane interrupted, standing his imposing figure up tall and flexing his muscles in an attempt to intimidate Mike.
“Well, well, aren’t you a charmer, Shane?” Mike mused with a chuckle. He already disliked this guy immensely. The way he spoke to and about women, carrying himself like the arrogant asshole he was, all of it disgusted Mike. He’s worse than Stifler, Mike thought to himself, remembering the American Pie series.
Getting up in Mike’s face, Shane threatened, “You’ve got exactly three seconds to get out of my room, or I’ll turn your face inside out!”
Mike just smiled right back at him, letting the three seconds pass silently.
“Ok then, you asked for it,” Shane said, drawing his fist back. Before he could lunge forward to punch Mike, however, he felt something latch solidly onto his arm, holding it in place. Looking behind him, he saw that a gorgeous redhead had her hand on his wrist. “What the fuck?! Lemmie go!” he said as he struggled.
“Release him!” Kendra commanded, stepping forward. As she approached, she was suddenly blown back onto the bed by an unseen force.
“Gladly,” the redhead replied, effortlessly tossing Shane onto the bed with her.
Standing, Mike said, “Alright, now that we’ve got your attention, how about you actually listen to what we have to say?”
“Just who the fuck are you?!” Shane said defiantly.
“As I previously said back when you weren’t interested in who I am, my name is Mike. This,” he motioned to the redhead, “is Melody, my wife.”
“Yeah, right,” Shane snorted. “Like you could ever get a girl that hot to marry a loser like you!”
“Watch your mouth,” Melody said firmly, causing Shane to lean back slightly in apprehension.
“Let’s get down to business, Shane,” Mike said. “We know all about you, and especially all about Kendra here.”
Glancing back and forth between Mike and Melody rapidly, Shane smirked and replied, “What exactly do you think you know about her?”
“That she’s a genie,” Melody answered with a smile.
Shane’s smirk instantly disappeared from his face as he realized that he was not dealing with ordinary individuals. “What do you want with her?” he asked, shifting slightly to sit between Kendra and them.
“Just to talk,” Mike said. “Are you willing to hear us out completely?”
As he was about to reply with his usual profanity-laced tirade, Kendra gently placed her hand on his shoulder, saying, “I think we should at least hear what they have to say. Did you see how easily she threw us down?” He nodded affirmative. “My only conclusion can be that ... Melody is a genie as well, one far more powerful than even me,” she finished.
“You’re right about that,” Melody said.
Exasperated, Shane sighed, “Fine. What do you have to say?”
Mike and Melody explained to Shane about the laws governing genie servants, which he was aware of, as well as the existence of the Council of Four. They described the recent changes that had been made by the Council, and that the two of them had come at their request, explaining that the changes can only apply to Kendra if Shane agreed to them.
Laughing, Shane replied, “I get it ... you need me!”
“If you wish to put things into the simplest terms, yes,” Melody answered.
“Well, I mean, if that’s the case ... fuck off,” he said with a grin.
Mike began, “Shane listen-”
“No, YOU listen shithead!” he interrupted. “I don’t know what this ‘Council of Four’ is tryin’ to do here, but don’t I want no part of it. I can have any woman I want, and I ain’t givin’ that up so easily. You want me to go along with this, you gotta make it worth my while.”
Mike had been afraid of this. He knew that they had little actual compensation to offer in this situation, but he decided to play along for the time being. “What did you have in mind?” Mike asked.
Looking at Melody, Shane replied, “A hundred blowjobs from her, whenever and wherever I choose, each more mind-blowing than the last. You promise me that, including a good faith blowjob right here, right now, and I’ll agree to it.”
Eyeing him warily, Melody slowly walked up to him, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Bending her knees slightly to put herself on eye level with Shane as he sat on his bed, she winked, and then slapped him across the face full force. “I wouldn’t touch you if my life depended on it. You disgust me.”
Shane just smirked and turned his head towards Mike. “Congrats man,” he sneered. “Your bitch just blew the only chance you had.”
Mike shook his head in annoyance at his thick-headedness. “Shane, this is exactly why the Council decided to enact these changes: because of people like you. You’re stupid, selfish, thoughtless, and have no regard for the effects of your decisions on the world around you.”
“Oh, shut up! I have plenty of regard for the world around me. Every babe that I fucked using magic had their memory erased if that’s what they woulda wanted.”
“You still forced them to have sex with you, you bastard! You RAPED them!” Mike fired back, his anger rising. He and Shane now stood face-to-face in the middle of the room, each refusing to back down from the other.
“It’s not rape if they don’t even know it happened at all!” Shane countered.
“Really?” Mike asked incredulously. “I wonder if Stacy would feel that way?”
Standing in stunned silence for several seconds, Shane at first didn’t know how to respond. Melody and Kendra said nothing; they could tell that this conflict was one that only their masters could resolve on their own. After a full minute of tense silence, Shane finally answered, “How ... the fuck ... do you know about Stacy?”
“I told you Shane ... I know everything about you,” Mike said quietly. “I know that you loved her, that you’ve loved her since the two of you grew up together as next-door neighbors.”
“Yeah, so what? She didn’t feel the same way, no biggie,” he said nonchalantly.
“But that’s not true, is it, Shane?” Mike asked with a grin. “She did love you, didn’t she?”
“Shut up,” Shane growled, his anger rising.
“She did love you, but she refused to have sex with you. Stacy had made a choice for herself to wait until she was married to have sex at all, isn’t that right?” Mike continued, “But that wasn’t good enough for you. You may have loved her, but you allowed genuine love to be replaced with lust. You wished to have sex with her. You took her virginity, knowing full well that you were forcing her to go against the decision she made for herself.”
“I told you, she doesn’t remember ANYTHING!” Shane screamed. “As far as she knows, she’s still just as much a virgin as the day she was born.”
“Irrelevant,” Mike said simply. “You still took away her free will. She made a decision for herself, a decision that she had every right to make, and you forcibly shattered her freedom.”
“I didn’t break ANY rules! Even your Council will tell you that!” Shane replied.
“Just because you have the power to do what you did does NOT give you the RIGHT!” Mike said angrily.
Shane stood openmouthed, seething and stammering, trying to come up with a strong comeback, but his words failed him. “What ... what am I supposed to do? Wish for her to be a virgin all over again? Wish that it never happened? Is that what you want?”
“It’s not about what I want, it’s about what Stacy would want,” Mike said calmly. “Do you really think that’s what she would want? To have her life magically interfered with again?”
Sighing, Shane hung his head, shaking it in the negative.
Mike slowly approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder, saying, “You are now realizing what you have done to someone else. I can tell that you are starting to feel remorse for it. I’m going to be honest with you, Shane. There’s nothing you can do to make things better between you and Stacy; what’s done is done. However, you can begin to make amends by agreeing to the new laws, for the sake of all the women you have yet to use Kendra’s powers on. That, I believe, is what Stacy would want. It’s your choice; I can’t force you into it. But I think, deep down, you know the right thing to do.”
Choking back a catch in his throat, Shane finally replied, “I’ll do it.”
Not a word was spoken from that moment, save for Melody’s declaration of the new laws being active for Kendra. Shane remained quiet and contemplative, but Melody could have sworn she saw a glimmer of maturity in his eyes. Kendra was silent, but beamed at Shane as Melody finished her duties; despite his character flaws, she still genuinely loved him. As Melody finished, Shane and Mike shook hands, wishing each other good luck in the future.
“I know this was impossibly hard for you, Shane, but you did the right thing,” Mike reassured him.
“I guess ... I’ve just got a lot to think about,” he said quietly.
“You’ll be alright. If today is any indication, the man you can become one day will put to shame the man you are right now. You’ll get there.”
Shane nodded in understanding, shaking Mike’s hand once more. As Mike turned to leave, Melody slowly approached Shane, cupping his cheeks in her soft, delicate hands. Bending him down slightly, she surprisingly kissed him on the cheek. “Shane, don’t ever forget,” she said, “you have the greatest woman you will ever know in your life right now. She will always be with you, no matter what. Love her. Cherish her. I began life as nothing more than a servant genie, and I know I would not have become the woman I grew to be without Mike. He loves me, not for what I am, but for who I am. That’s what Kendra deserves. If you can give her that, then you will have become more of a man than you ever imagined you would be.”
Turning, she rejoined Mike, taking his hand. “Shane, Kendra, take care of each other,” Melody said with a smile. With a flash of blue light, they were gone.
Now alone with Kendra, Shane paced around the room for several minutes, deep in thought. Eventually, he plopped down to sit on his queen-sized bed, burying his face in his hands. Kendra joined him, sitting next to him quietly while gently rubbing his back with her hand. Kissing him lightly on the cheek, she racked her brain to think of a way to bring him out of his apparent depression.
“Are you alright, Master?”
“No ... I’m not,” he replied quietly.
“It’s Stacy, isn’t it?” she asked. After he nodded in confirmation, she said, “It will do you no good to continue to dwell on her. What Mike said is right: what’s done is done.”
“That doesn’t change what I did to her,” he muttered through his hands.
“I know,” Kendra replied. “Still ... I can’t tell you how proud of you I am. What you did today is the sweetest, most mature thing I’ve ever seen you do. I know we have a long way to go, but ... I believe that, one day, you will look back on today as the turning point of your life.” Kissing his forehead sweetly, she continued, “I’m sorry for being so forward in my thoughts, but I felt it might help soothe your mind. If I have spoken out of turn-”
Shane suddenly pulled Kendra close, silencing her with a long, deep kiss. As they parted, he said, “Thanks, Kendra. I ... I needed that.”
Flashing a smile with her pearly white teeth, Kendra drew close to kiss him once more, gently pushing Shane onto his back. Straddling him, they continued their passionate make out session, though she could tell he seemed more tentative than usual. Sensing that he might have become afraid of having sex with anyone, even her, Kendra stared at him with a mischievous grin and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Kendra, you don’t have to-”
“I want to,” she said simply. “Master, I can sense your apprehension; it’s perfectly normal after everything that’s happened today. I hope that you can become a better man from all of this, but that doesn’t mean that you have to stop loving altogether. If making mistakes in love and relationships prevented someone from loving again in the future, the whole world is screwed.”
Shane chuckled at her joke. “Guess that’s true,” he mused.
Running her hands over his now bare chest, Kendra said, “You’re still my perfect man. You always have been, and always will be.” Now slipping her hands inside the waistband of his gym shorts, she continued, “Even if you doubt yourself, please don’t ever doubt me. You still deserve me, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Kendra slid his shorts and boxers down, revealing his cock as it slowly hardened to its fully erect nine inches. Giggling playfully, she slipped her t-shirt off, jiggling her huge tits as she did so. Shane, finally starting to feel better, untied the knots of her neon green bikini bottoms, yanking them out from under her as she squealed in delight.
“There’s a good boy,” Kendra purred, running the lips of her sopping wet pussy along the underside of Shane’s member. Reaching his tip, she teased him momentarily, rocking her hips back and forth to coat his head in her slick juices.
“Oh fuck,” Shane whispered as she slid herself onto his length. Kendra’s pussy was exceptionally tight today; he felt as if an irresistible force was sucking him in, refusing to let him go. As she reached the base of his cock, she ground her hips against him, gasping as she felt him stretch her tunnel. Slowly increasing her tempo, she took Shane’s hands, holding them up to steady herself on them as she began to bounce on his cock.
“Oh ... oh yes!” Kendra cooed, biting her lower lip in pleasure.
Shane was in absolute bliss. He and Kendra had done some amazingly nasty things over the last four years, things that would make anyone short of a seasoned pornstar queasy. Still, this was the first time that he actually felt like he and Kendra were making love, rather than just fucking. In spite of all of his idiotic choices, she loved him all the same. He was her greatest pleasure, as was evident in her face as she rode him.
“Oh ... oh yes! Oh Master!” Kendra continued to moan.
“Shane.”
“W-what?” Kendra said as she opened her eyes, unsure of what she had heard.
“From now on ... call me Shane, please.”
Not slowing her pace one bit, she replied, “If ... you’re sure...”
Sitting up straight, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed his way up her chest. Upon reaching her neck, he nibbled her earlobe slightly, whispering, “Positive.”
“Of course ... Shane,” Kendra whispered back with a smile. Placing her hands firmly on his shoulders, she fucked him at a feverish pace, feeling her climax coming on strong.
“Please tell me you’re about to cum,” Shane said, almost reading her mind.
“You bet your ass ... so you’d better cum too,” she replied.
“You got it,” he said. Grabbing her firmly around her tiny waist, Shane flipped her straight backwards, falling on top of her in missionary position while keeping his cock imbedded within her the whole time, much to Kendra’s surprise and extreme pleasure. Now pounding her pussy with every fiber of his being, beads of sweat began forming on his forehead, dripping down onto her heaving breasts. Shane didn’t let up for a moment, continuing to hit her sensitive G-spot while drawing ever closer to his own orgasm. When Kendra performed his all-time favorite move, grabbing his ass cheeks as he plowed her, Shane knew it was all over.
“Gonna ... cum...” he grunted.
Nodding vigorously, Kendra replied, “Me ... too ... do it ... please cum inside me!”
As Shane pounded his last into her, he roared in ecstasy as he unloaded his semen into her, coating the walls of her pussy in his juices. This was all Kendra needed to arrive at her own climax.
“Oh ... oh yes! Shane ... Shane ... ShaneShaneShane! OH SHANE!” she screamed in pleasure, relishing his previous instruction to use his real name. As her pussy finished convulsing around his wonderful cock, Shane finally collapsed, laying his head on her soft breasts. She kissed him lovingly on the forehead, feeling his breathing on her chest the whole time.
“Kendra,” Shane whispered breathlessly, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, Shane.”
“Do you think they’ll be alright?” Mike asked Melody as they arrived home. “He seemed really shaken from the whole experience. I’m worried I might have pushed him too hard on the whole Stacy thing.”
“He’ll be fine,” Melody said reassuringly. “Kendra will take excellent care of him. In a few months, I’d bet you wouldn’t even recognize the new Shane Walker.”
Sighing in relief, Mike replied, “I’m glad.”
The couple spent the rest of the evening off, relaxing together and just enjoying each other’s company. After a dip in the courtyard pool, they strolled around the palace grounds leisurely, stopping every so often to admire a piece of artwork or rare antique. Grabbing a bowl of fruit, the pair locked themselves in their room for the remainder of the night, munching on their sweet snack in-between their plentiful lovemaking sessions. Finally, they passed out in a contented haze.
Mike and Melody awoke the next day very refreshed, feeling well prepared for whatever their next task brought them. After finishing off the last of the fruit from the night before for breakfast, they took their usual shower under the waterfall of their quarters, accompanied by their customary groping, of course. After dressing for the day, Melody in a black tank top and tan capris and Mike in a blue polo and khaki shorts, the pair made their way out to the courtyard. There, they saw Selena chatting with a tall man wearing sandy yellow robes.
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I'm not sure how I want to (or don't want to) continue with the story/journal part of this tale of me and my almost girlfriend, Bridget. I've woven parts of my real life through much of what I've written in my online life, but this is pretty much the first time I've actually just shared the real thing as it was happening. But for now I'll continue sharing this way, because it helps me think it through. And, as I just shared with one of my good online pals, if the shoe were on the other...
What a fun time I've had telling the story of my pursuit of young Bridget. As those who have read the previous chapters know, as well as those who have read my blog posts about this, the closer I've gotten to an actual relationship with her, the more I've been uncertain about how long I would keep this story/journal thing going. Now that Bridget and I have taken the plunge (not that plunge, yet ;-), it no longer feels like the right thing to do, nor does it even feel fun anymore to write...
He chatted along with the three girls from the hallway on separate occasions asking them for help throughout the day. He still didn't feel comfortable talking to them, but they seemed nice enough and Charles appreciated their help in telling him where to go. All was going well for the young school year for Charles and he was looking up for a good year. It was Friday of the first week that really got Charles excited. He was early for classes today and was at his desk rummaging through his...
James Jackson was the new guy at the construction office so when the call came in that a customer needed someone to come over to remodel and expand her closet, he was the one that got chosen for the job. He was out helping on another job when his supervisor pulled him aside with the news."Hey J.J., some lady called and needs someone to come over and remodel her closet. Sounds like she went clothes shopping and got some new outfits and now has no place to put them! So I'm giving the job to...
InterracialJimmy Smith walked into the lab at the end of the badly lit corridor, and took in his breath as the cold, musty air rushed toward him. Professor Akamura was a genius, he heard the other lecturers say it before, so it didn't really make sense that she would be shut up here on 'Skid Row', the dankest, darkest, most isolated part of the science block, that smelled faintly of (what he hoped wasn't) burning flesh. It creeped him out a little, especially as the other labs on this corridor were...
Chapter 1 - Arrival"Bitches Out!"The bellow of the guard was followed by the almost musical tinkling of chains. Chains attached to cuffs at each girls' ankles; connecting upwards to a belly chain and onwards, on the shortest of links, to wrist cuffs, forcing the girls to hold their hands tight to their waists, elbows snug in at their sides. These travel-chains by no means made it easy for the girls to negotiate the step down out of the bus, down to the dusty tarmac outside Pentonbridge...
This is my first venture into publishing on Literotica – please be kind! The story is my own, though the characters are not. Well, one of them isn’t. If you haven’t already, you must read Patricia51’s novellas Bridget’s Nights and Bridget’s Days. This story is based around the character Bridget O’Brien, and while it is effectively a stand-alone, it would help to get the background. Patricia has graciously allowed me to take her beguiling heroine into the most tumultuous period of recent Irish...
It was 1997 so I was 20 or 21, and I won from work an all expenses paid (as in flights and hotel, not spending money) 7 day trip to Venice.This was for me plus one. I didn't have a boyfriend, and all my mates were still students,and could not afford to go with me.So, rather than waste the place, I had to find someone. I was racking my brains when a very nice and attractive manager stopped by my desk to ask for a report.I'd been drinking with him, in company, from time to time, so I knew he was...
At exactly 12:30, Mary O'Shea and Gina returned home. When they entered and did not hear any noise in the house, they looked at each other nervously. They were starting to remove their coats when a loud bellow erupted. "DAMN!" Both women forgot about their coats and ran to the kitchen where they stopped abruptly in the doorway. "Yeah," Liam laughed, "and then she started telling him off in front of the entire band! I didn't think anyone could turn that deep a shade of red! I don't...
BridgettebyPatrick©Being an English teacher in a Junior College wasn't the hardest job in the world, but it sure wasn't the easiest either. The amount of work necessary in lesson preparation and marking took huge chunks of time out of my family life, and when my wife died three years ago and left me with a 15 year old girl to look after, that family time became more and more precious. It helped a little that I'd made the decision to home school my daughter Bridgitte, as at least we got to spend...
The internet is a wonderful thing. It allows you to meet people that never would have crossed your path. Tonight that meant Sandy. At least that was the name she gave me and I certainly had no intention of delving deeper into her real life. All I was interested in was tonight. We had met in a chat room about 3 months previously. We had gotten to know each other in the usual way. We had exchanged names, then pictures, had wild cyber sex and shared sexual fantasies. Then came bits and pieces of...
I smiled, wondering what would have happened had I been able to follow up on my impulse of that long ago evening. Probably for the best that I didn’t have the chance. Things were confusing enough without the memory of having slept with my great-great-great whatever father-in-law. I closed the book, locked it and set it beside the chair. Oh, there were so many other stories I wanted to tell, so many tales of the ‘ancestors’. I looked across the room again at the picture of Mike and the...
The music was just as I liked it, loud, fast, hammering my ears. The deep bass rhythm had my body moving on its own. My hands were raised over my head as my whole body twisted to the beat. The two guys I was dancing with were enjoying it too. I could tell. The one in front of me kept his body moving along with mine. His hands were on my sides and the straining bulge of his slacks kept brushing the front of my leather pants. The guy dancing behind me was even less subtle. His hands were locked...
(Buda, 1620) I leaned back into the padded wooden chair I was slumped in and drank another swallow of mulled wine. The thick fog from the night air seemed to linger in my lungs, non-functional though they were. It had masked my silent passage through the night, slipping out after dusk and returning a few hours later having carefully fed. By ‘carefully’ I mean that no one had seen me and that I had left everyone alive, just a bit woozy from the loss of a pint or so of blood. I took another sip...
One good thing about being a vampire. When your government issued car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and you kick it, the car knows its been kicked. I surveyed the dented side of the vehicle and added one more good thump for spite. I checked my cell phone. Of course there was no signal. I swear, the only purpose of those infernal devices is to work when you don’t want calls. I looked at my watch. Just about 3 AM. Being who I am, I naturally check the weather forecast for the time of...
(Beijing, 1665) CLANG! I frantically hopped back, a move that was becoming tiresomely common. No matter how I tried to dodge or block, the razor sharp sword edge wove closer and closer to me. It danced like lightning, first threatening my head, then my body. It dipped towards my leg and I sprang sideways, only to have it curl around from the other direction. It hinted at my hand and then swept back at my neck. Grasping the hilt of my own blade with both hands I managed to block the blow. I...
I sank back into the large tub and let the hot water begin to soak my aches and pains away. I felt slightly hungry, not surprisingly after the exertion and stress, physical and mental, of the day. Fortunately, I was used to going long periods of time without feeding. I certainly had no intentions of attempting to do anything silly with my new friends. They had already seen me, recognized me for what I am, and yet accepted me for the person I had been, and would always be. No one finds too many...
(Brazil, 1943) I really hate getting shot at. Just because bullets won’t kill me is no reason for me to go hunting situations like I was in right now. Bullets hurt when they hit me, for crying out loud. I was so upset by the whole mess that I could have cheerfully fired back at all three of the groups who seemed to think they were participating in ‘Wild West Night’. Of course I didn’t. Two of these groups were allegedly on my side. One consisted of a four man OSS team and the other an...
As it turned out, it was three nights before I was able to deliver Sally May back to her home and family. By then I was walking kinda crooked. For someone who just wanted to experiment before settling down, I found she had been imaginative and down right insatiable. Just my kind of girl. Sally lived in a tiny rural community that in a strange way I felt right at home in. Her family was a wonderful group of down to earth people that reminded me of my own. Little formal education was overcome...
(Cadiz, Spain, 1805) In today’s movies, and in the romantic tales before them running all the way back to Homer, the hero or heroine never spends hours in the dripping rain. Cold, wet and miserable are simply glossed over in favor of thrills and romance. Just because I’m a vampire doesn’t mean I WANT to be out in the cold and damp instead of toasting in front of a nice, warm fire with my feet up. I pulled my cloak closer around me, waiting for whoever, or whatever was going to show up for...
(The Pacific Ocean, 1998) (This chapter is just for fun. I think Bridget deserves it.) This was impossible. This was ridiculous. This could not be happening. It had never happened before, not in 400 plus years. But it was! Frantically I rushed for the bathroom, my hands clasped over my mouth. I barely made it there before my stomach gave a heave, bringing up nothing at all. I knelt there, my head spinning as the deck gave another lurch under me. I debated crawling back to the bed and...
After the abortive attempt to catch our killer vampire, Robert and I went into a huddle and decided to separate. No matter how we managed to catch up with this guy, we were going to need serious back up when we did. There are two organizations that train to deal with vampires gone wild. Since the first was the FBI’s Hostage Rescue Team, Robert headed to Quantico. As my Agency time had included stints with the Army Special Forces all the way back to Southeast Asia, I caught a ride with him. The...
I could hear someone groaning. After a moment I realized that it was, of course, me. How many times over the centuries had I woke up like this? Too many to count, and certainly more than I remembered. Damn it was dark in here. For a moment I had no idea where ‘here’ was. The memories flooded back, the cavern, the family, the old man and most of all Thorfinn. The torches must have all burned out while I lay unconscious. I tried to move. I could barely bend my arms or flex my fingers. I was...
Mike’s deep voice smothered everyone else’s hurried questions. ‘What is it Bridget?’ ‘Vampires feed from blood. But Thorfinn has been taking an enormous amount, more than he needs, more actually than he can drink. He’s accumulating the blood, and the power it gives him, for a sacrifice. For a summoning.’ ‘Summoning what?’ Sue inquired. ‘I don’t know for sure, but you can bet its not going to anything we are going to like.’ I thought about it for a moment. ‘Probably one of the Norse gods, or...
(The West Coast of Africa, 1684) I frantically dug into the soft floor of the jungle, one eye fixed on the growing light appearing in the Eastern sky. My hands scooped dirt, rotted vegetation, fallen branches and anything else they encountered, flinging it in a pile beside the shallow trench I knelt in. The triple canopy overhead was thick enough to filter most of the day’s sunlight. I just prayed it would filter enough. I was out of time. I took the woven mat of branches and leaves I had...
I studied the woman in front of me. White hair. Wrinkles. Posture somewhat stooped. Glasses with what seemed like half a dozen different lenses in them. The only thing that seemed to be the same anymore were the eyes. They were still green, still alive and interested. The rest of her… when did she get so old? I sighed and turned away from the mirror. I settled back into my chair, looking out of the back of the house though the open French doors. It was green and beautiful. Spring was here and...
The foursome gathered around me. I sat on the couch with Linda on one side and Sue on the other. Pat nestled in her husband’s lap in the big chair facing us. I don’t doubt that my eyes grew misty and far away. I wasn’t seeing the room, but rather the soft rolling green hills and dales of Ireland. I knew that the faint traces that remained of my Irish accent grew stronger the longer I talked. ************ I was born the eighth and final child to my parents, Michael and Mary O’Brien. Five...
Its not often that I am completely tongue-tied, especially after over 400 hundred years of talking at all opportunities. This was one of them. I stood there with my mouth open and my brain in a whirl. Here he was, alive, my god more than alive. ‘He still looked incredible’, remarked the part of my brain that never seemed to sleep and always noticed these things. ‘They told me you were dead,’ Myron said quietly, his eyes not leaving mine. Oh, boy. I couldn’t figure out to break the news to him...
(Washington, D.C. 1862) ‘Oh crap, crap, CRAP,’ I muttered under my breath as I saw the hooded figures pass the alleyway where I was precariously balanced on a stack of wooden crates. I redoubled my efforts with the pick head I was using to chip the cement from around a pair of steel bars. ‘What is it?’ replied a soft Southern voice from inside the tiny room I was trying to open. ‘They’re here. They’re here now.’ I said. ‘I thought we had more time.’ I put the pick aside, its tip blunted from...
(Georgia, 1838) ‘Its official,’ Daniel Ross spoke in bitter tones. ‘The removal is going to take place.’ ‘There’s nothing that can be done?’ Dani Ross, his sister asked. Her voice was resigned. She was as intelligent as she was beautiful and knew the answer already. I suppose she was hoping for some surprise that would change everything. ‘No. The so-called treaty has been ratified by the Senate and President Jackson has ordered the Army to begin ‘moving the Cherokee to their new home’.’ The...
It’s my first day officially in my new condo. The day is largely over, and night is fast approaching. I currently live alone, and now that I have finished moving my stuff in, I can relax a bit. It’s Thursday now, and I don't start till next week so I have a few days before my job officially starts. I now officially work as a secretary at the nearby Clinic. These extra days off will finally give me some time to get to know the area, and maybe make some new friendships. At the very least I can...
Things naturally changed a bit around the von Greiner house when Karl openly took his twin sister Kirsten as a lover. Dad announced the next morning over breakfast that there were some new rules concerning sex and relationships, for those who didn't already know. He wanted no one in the dark about the new situation. "Your mothers and I want to make this clear. First, no one has sex with anyone against that person's will. That is still rape and it won't be tolerated around here. Secondly,...
Liam knocked nervously on Gina's door. A week had gone by since the neighbors had a chance to talk. "Hey, Liam! What's up?" "I have a huge favor to ask. And I'm telling you upfront, it isn't a fair one." Gina's curiosity was piqued as she opened her door to allow Liam in. "I just came back from a walk. Let me grab some water and I'll be right with you. Want one?" Gina retrieved two waters from the kitchen. When she returned to the living room, she noticed Liam wringing his...
The next Thursday night Liam was sitting in his living room, paying very little attention to the show on his TV. He heard pounding on Gina's door and peeked through his peephole to see who it was. Just as he suspected, it was Chris. He never liked Chris, and only tolerated him because he was dating Gina -- Liam valued Gina's friendship. He watched at his door, listening as the events unfolded. "I told you, Chris, I'm not in the mood tonight. I've got a migraine." "You always say...
Liam prepared a light dinner of salad and hot sandwiches and the couple lounged in the living room while they ate. After finishing, he cleaned up the dishes and changed into pajama pants and a t-shirt. "It's getting late, Gina; why don't you take my bed?" offered Liam. "Where will you sleep?" "I still fit on the sofa. It's not that bad." "Look, why don't I just go back over to my apartment? It's not like it's a long way away!" "I want you close by in case something happens...
Liam went to the restaurant early for his Saturday shift. He left Gina working diligently on her projects. A couple times before and after the lunch rush Liam snuck away so he could call Gina to check up on her. Each time, he was rewarded with her teasing and sarcastic remarks about his concern. Liam always hung up his phone smiling. Dinnertime was busier than expected and Liam didn't get another chance to call Gina. As he walked down the hallway to his apartment, he contemplated what he...
When Liam returned from work Tuesday night, Gina was waiting up in his apartment. "Hey Gina, what's up?" "What do you mean? I thought you'd like that I was here." "Oh, I do." Liam pulled Gina into his arms and planted a heated kiss on her lips. "However, it's pretty late and I expected to see you in my bed not on my sofa." "I called my mother tonight." "Oh. Hold that thought." Liam locked his door and turned off the lights. He kept his arm around Gina as they silently...
The holiday visit passed quickly. When the young couple said good-bye, every eye was wet. Liam and Gina drove home in silence. Gina stayed at Liam's apartment that night. He made love to her with all the passion he felt. The couple fell into a deep sleep quickly. During the night, Liam woke with a start. He could feel his Bridget with him again. In his head, he heard her voice. She's at peace. Liam sat up in bed and looked over at his nightstand. He stared at his phone and within seconds,...