Bridge to Nowhere
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Melody ... Melody...
“MELODY!” Mike screamed, scaring himself awake.
“Woah, easy there. Take it easy, you’re alright, Mike,” a calming voice said.
Rubbing his eyes, Mike tried to gain his bearings. Looking down, he saw that he was lying on a bed, but not the circular one he and Melody had shared in the Palace of the Water Jinn. It felt so familiar, like he was home. Slowly sitting up, he finally noticed the source of the voice, sitting in a chair next to the bed.
“J-Jesus? What ... what the hell happened?” Mike asked wearily.
“Just relax,” He said with a slight chuckle. “Once you get your wits back about you, I’ll explain everything.”
“I guess ... wait, where’s Melody?!”
“I’m here,” a sweet voice said from the other side of the bed. Mike quickly flipped on the bedside lamp and felt a wave of relief wash over him as he gazed upon the face of his lovely wife, clad in her favorite black satin robe.
“Melody ... I thought ... I thought I’d lost you,” Mike breathed, crawling across the bed towards her.
Gently pushing her husband to lie on his back, she cradled his face in her soft hands and kissed him lovingly. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” she whispered with a sarcastic grin.
Jesus stood, adjusting his jeans. “You rest up for a bit, Mike. Take a nap. Once you wake up again, I’ll explain everything that’s happened.”
Still confused, but knowing He was right, Mike slowly nodded in agreement. Jesus exited their bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. With a huge sigh, Mike relaxed back on the pillow, still trying to comprehend the events of the last several hours. However, he was unable to find any answers to the questions rattling around in his brain, able to think only of his wife. Looking up at her, he slowly stroked her silky, red wine hair.
“Melody ... I’m ... I’m just glad you’re ok.”
She kissed him sweetly on the forehead, saying, “I saw what you did. How you attacked Edward with my own sword.”
“I ... I couldn’t help myself,” he admitted. “You’re everything to me. If he really had-”
Melody silenced him immediately with a passionate kiss on the lips. Still cradling his face in her hands, she lightly ran her fingers along his cheeks and neck, her every touch conveying nothing but love and admiration. Mike tentatively kissed her back, at first savoring the simple joy of exploring her soft, supple lips with his own. After a few minutes, his tongue began probing itself between her lips, dancing with hers as their passions increased.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Mike wrapped his arm around Melody’s waist and yanked her onto the bed with him, throwing her on her back as she giggled delightfully. She wrapped her arms around his nude body as they continued their passionate kissing, running her fingers through his blonde hair in just the way she knew he liked. Mike pressed his body weight gently onto her, feeling his growing member rub up against her thigh. This in turn only increased her squirming and giggling.
“Well, well ... someone’s happy to see me,” she said playfully, reaching down to stroke his cock.
“Can you really blame me?” he asked with a laugh.
“Nope, and I doubt you’ll blame me for this.”
Melody deftly pushed Mike onto his back, rolling over to pin him down as she straddled him. Grinning seductively, she slowly undid the knot of her robe, letting it fall behind her and exposing her perfect body to him. No matter how many times he saw her, Mike never grew tired of Melody. Her large, soft breasts, her soft skin, all combined with her loving and playful personality, how could he ever meet a more perfect woman? Melody soon began to kiss her way down his chest, teasing him with her tongue before arriving at his pelvic region.
With a few light strokes, Melody brought his cock to full attention, immediately engulfing his length in her mouth. Her blowjobs frequently were slow and deliberate, but the look in her eyes right now was one of hunger and raw desire; Mike could only surmise that his attempted attack on Edward really had gotten her extremely horny. She continued her furious sucking for several minutes, fully intent on making him cum quickly, no matter how he tried to resist. Figuring he should just enjoy the ride, Mike ceased his attempts to prolong his orgasm and gave himself over completely to his wife.
Melody could feel that his climax was close and withdrew his cock from her mouth. Mike was at first disappointed, until she began to jack him off with both hands, her glorious breasts jiggling and bouncing against his cock all the while. When she combined her lustful gaze with a seductive lick of her lips, Mike was gone, feeling his orgasm arrive in full force.
“Holy ... fuck ... holy ... fuck ... holyholyholy FUUUUUUCK!!!” he screamed in ecstasy, beginning to fire off his load. The first shot landed square on Melody’s chin, the second and third on her incredible cleavage, and the last of it dribbled down onto her hands.
“Someone, needed that,” she whispered seductively.
“No shit,” he retorted. “But I’m not done yet. Clean and recharge please.”
Both were instantly dry with their sex drives ready for more. Granted, Melody was always ready for more, but Mike was now no longer satisfied with a blowjob; he had to be inside of her. As she slowly crawled on top of him, her gorgeous tits dangling above him, Mike flipped her onto her back as deftly as she had done to him earlier. Again lying on top of her, his weight gently holding her down, he slipped his engorged cock lower, rubbing the tip against her pussy lips. She had clearly gotten extremely horny from jacking him off, as both could hear the stickiness seeping from her womanhood.
“Oh, fuck,” Melody whimpered, feeling his perfect cock slip into her.
“Someone needed this too,” Mike whispered playfully.
As he began to thrust into her, Melody could only nod vigorously in reply. His strokes were quick and powerful, yet also long and deliberate; both could feel every inch of the other’s sex with each movement they made. Tipping his head down, Mike began to kiss Melody’s cheek and neck, slowly working his way to playfully nibble her earlobe. This elicited a squeal of delight from her as she dug her fingers into his back. Blowing a stream of cool air into her ear as he withdrew, Mike savored the feeling of her large breasts heaving and jiggling against his chest as he pounded her.
“Turn over,” he said, locking eyes with her.
With a wordless grin, she happily complied. Mike slipped out of her momentarily, while Melody turned onto her stomach and pushed her ass into the air on her knees, wiggling her asset as she did so. After playfully spanking each of her cheeks a couple of times, Mike knelt behind her, positioning his cock at her sopping wet entrance. Teasingly, he rubbed his tip against her for a few moments before sliding into her beckoning tunnel.
“Ohhhhhhh god yesssssssss,” Melody moaned.
As Mike began his moderate thrusting, he was pleasantly surprised when Melody squeezed her thighs together, tightening her already tight pussy even further and driving him nearly insane. She was clenching him, refusing to let go of his cock, not that he was complaining. Grabbing her waist firmly, he began to pound her with his full length. This only served to excite Melody even more, as she savored his fervor with every movement he made.
Slowing his pace slightly, Mike leaned over her arched back and reached around to fondle one of her heaving tits. Feeling its weight in his hands, he rubbed his fingers over every inch of the milky skin. He continued his thrusting as he arrived at her hard, erect nipple, tweaking and flicking it with his thumb and forefinger. He was unable to see Melody’s face, but the change in her breathing and occasional moaning told him everything he needed to know.
“You close, baby?” he asked, continuing his breast play.
“Uh ... uh-huh,” she managed to reply.
“Good,” he whispered huskily, kissing the small of her back.
Kneeling back up straight again, Mike pounded Melody’s pussy with reckless abandon, feeling their climax approaching. Melody, in the meantime, reached under to furiously rub her clit, knowing it would only intensify her own orgasm, and by extension, Mike’s. After around five minutes of this intense experience, both could tell that they had passed the point of no return.
“You’d ... better cum,” Mike heaved. “Cum for me, Melody.”
“Yes ... yes ... I’m gonna ... I’m gonna ... GONNA CUUUUUUUM!”
“God, yes ... yes ... yes, yes, yesyesyes YEAAAAAAAAH!”
Their long-awaited orgasms hit in full force. Melody’s pussy worked to milk Mike’s cock for all it was worth, while he in turn flooded her womb with his semen. The pair remained in position for several minutes, convulsing and writhing in pleasure together. Finally, they fell onto their sides, spooning together with Mike’s softening cock still lodged inside Melody’s pussy.
“Needed that...” Melody whispered.
“Most definitely...” Mike replied, slowly drifting off to sleep.
“Your Highness, the humans are out of range,” a guard reported.
“Very good. Return magical power to normal levels at once,” Farzan replied.
As the palace returned to its normal state, Farzan once again brought up the globe of Earth. “Let us see how our friends are doing,” he mused, zooming in on London.
“I don’t understand,” Salim said. “Where are they?” Mike and Melody were nowhere to be found in the city.
“They couldn’t have finished already, could they?” Farzan wondered. “Let’s try this.” Zooming back out to view the entire world, he issued a command to the globe to show Melody Braxton’s current location. However, no movement was made, and no indication as to Melody’s location, or even her existence, was given.
“This is bad,” Salim said. “Where could they be?”
“Clearly, nowhere on the planet,” Farzan replied. “I cannot say for sure what, but my only hypothesis can be that something terrible has happened to them.”
“Perhaps we should see if the target they were pursuing might have some connection?” Salim suggested.
“Excellent idea! That may be our only link.”
As Salim commanded the globe to show Persephone’s current location, the pair was again denied, as no indication of her whereabouts was given.
“I am at a complete loss,” Salim sighed in frustration. “Nothing of this makes any sense!”
“I will summon Selena,” Farzan said. “Perhaps a fresh perspective will aid us.”
After an hour, the pair awoke, refreshed and rejuvenated after their extended lovemaking session. After a few passionate kisses, they rose and dressed themselves, Mike in an orange t-shirt and navy gym shorts, Melody in a black tank top and blue Daisy Dukes. Walking downstairs, they found Jesus in the living room of their house, relaxing with a book in a chair.
“Mornin’ you two!” He greeted them warmly. “Feeling better?”
“Much,” Mike said with a smirk.
“Excellent. Please have a seat, we have a lot to talk about,” Jesus said, motioning to their couch. “Let’s get your most obvious questions out of the way first, shall we?”
“What exactly happened down there?” Mike asked immediately.
Nodding, Jesus replied, “You two died. Or, you would have, had you not been dead already. Remember, even back on Earth, you two are still citizens of Heaven now, and nothing changes that. That’s why you ended up back in your bed when you awoke.”
“So, are you saying we could have died from any normal means while we were down there?” Melody asked.
“No, no, nothing like that,” Jesus said with a slight laugh. “Under normal circumstances, you are protected against most harm during your time back on Earth. After all, going back and forth, back and forth between Earth and Heaven is a time-consuming process, so we try to limit that as much as we’re able to with general protection from harm and ‘death.’”
“So I take your words to mean that what we experienced with Edward Baldwin was not a normal circumstance,” Mike clarified.
“No shit,” Melody muttered, disgusted at the mere mention of that man’s name.
“Mr. Baldwin ... is a unique situation, make no mistake about that,” Jesus replied. “Normally, he wouldn’t be able to harm Melody alone in any way, not only due to her status as a citizen of Heaven, but also due to her rank as a Major Genie while on Earth.”
“So he must have had some other means of doing so,” Melody mused. “Farzan told us of the wars between the Jinn and the sorcerers thousands of years ago. Could Edward’s power have some connection to that?”
Shaking his head, Jesus answered, “It’s far worse than that, I’m afraid. We believe that Edward ... is a potential Antichrist.”
Blinking a few times to ensure he had heard correctly, Mike asked, “Antichrist?”
“Indeed,” Jesus replied. “The concept of the Antichrist is one that humans have tried to grasp throughout history, but largely have come up short on. Mike, what do you know of the Antichrist?”
“Not much,” he replied. “Just the basic idea that he is the direct opposite of You, and that his emergence signals the start of the End of Days.”
“Not bad,” Jesus replied. “Think of it in this way. When I first came to Earth, was I sent as a messenger as many of God’s angels were?”
“No, You were actually born as a baby, like all humans are,” Melody said.
“Precisely. In fact, I was human, in every sense of the word. I was merely a human born directly of God’s divine intervention, one that He had housed His power within,” He continued to explain.
“Does that mean that the Antichrist is born as such, just as you were?” Mike asked.
“No,” Jesus answered. “Remember, humanity comes naturally from God, and the Antichrist is a human incarnation of Lucifer himself. Thus, no human is designated as the Antichrist from birth; it depends on their life and the choices that they make. In order for Lucifer to house his power inside a human, as God did with Me, it takes quite a long time. Human souls are not naturally inclined to such power, so it must be introduced to them slowly, or they will quickly be consumed by it. My guess is that Edward has been absorbing this power for at least a century, maybe more.”
“So he really is the Antichrist,” Mike muttered.
“Not yet,” Jesus replied. “He is not the Antichrist until he has fully absorbed all of Lucifer’s power. Until then, he’s just a human using some of Lucifer’s power.”
“So, what does all of this mean? The end of the world?” Mike asked.
Chuckling slightly, He replied, “Now you know better than to ask me that. What have you always known about the End of Days?”
Face-palming in realization, Mike said, “No one knows the day or hour that it will come, not man, nor angels, nor even the Son of God Himself, but God the Father only.”
“Exactly,” Jesus said. “Dad is the only one who knows if Edward is the one who will fully become the Antichrist and begin the End of Days, and believe Me, He’s not letting anyone in on that secret. Therefore, we have to proceed as if it’s not the End of Days. If we can stop Edward before Lucifer’s power overtakes him completely, the End of Days will be averted.”
“So, how long do we have until he does fully absorb Lucifer’s power?” Melody asked.
Thinking momentarily, Jesus answered, “At the current rate, maybe a few weeks. Remember the surge of power you felt from Persephone in your fight with her? That power was directly from Edward. With their bond, he is able to share some of Lucifer’s strength with her, enabling her to hold her own with even you.”
“That must be how she’s able to rebel against the Council of Four!” Melody realized.
“Exactly. And in sharing such power with Persephone, Edward drastically slows the rate at which he progresses towards becoming the Antichrist, almost to a halt,” Jesus explained.
“So, if we force him to share more power with Persephone, that buys us more time. The question is, time to do what?” Mike asked.
“To take Edward out,” Jesus said quietly.
“How?” Mike asked. “You saw what he did to Melody down there!”
With a knowing grin, Jesus said, “I’m so glad you asked.”
With a blinding flash of light, the trio suddenly found themselves in a large, circular room with doors lining the glowing, white walls.
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(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...
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(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,...