The Vampire's Touch--Sort of a Halloween Story


Posted by Connie on October 10, 1999 at 15:27:08:

The Vampire's Touch
By Connie Black

October 10, 1999

My Lemon Spice tea was growing cold and tasteless as I stared blankly at the Sunday morning newspaper. My eyes were taking in an occasional word here and there, but my mind remained focused on the extraordinary events of the previous night. Perhaps you won't believe me as I describe this most unusual encounter, for I have little more to adduce than my own story. Please be patient and let your opinions form after I've reached the end of this unexpected chain of events.

I was told that I could find Rachel von Eiker at a dance club called "The Fist and Rotor". As I slid a pair of tight, black leather pants over my bare ass, I let myself wonder what she would be like. From her photo, it was obvious that she was quite attractive despite the fact that she always wore black clothes and rather garish make-up. It seemed strange that anyone would want to hire me to kill her, but as long as the money is green, I take whatever job gets thrown my way, and if I can get laid in the process, so much the better.

After paying the $20.00 cover charge, I made my way down a long staircase and entered what the doorman had referred to as the "Ballroom". For a brief moment, I felt as if I'd stepped onto the set of the "Rocky Horror Picture Show", but of course I hadn't.

I slowly unbuttoned my jacket as I examined the crowd of 200 or so gyrating bodies, all dressed in black leather and steel and all female. I could tell it was my kind of place as I studied the vast assortment of navel jewelry swinging from the slowly undulating bellies of the many patrons.

The music was deafening, but the heavy beat was sending vibrations throughout my body, and my hips began to sway back and forth as I danced my way into the crowd. Slowly, my eyes scanned the faces as I stalked my way through it, looking, or more to the point, HUNTING for Rachel. At times, the vibrating mass of humanity was so dense that our bodies were actually sliding over and past one another. On several occasions, my lips brushed over another's as we passed under the red and white strobe lights. Strange hands found purchase on my hips, sides and breasts as I moved toward the band. It was a new experience for me and strangely erotic, but as the density increased, so did the ambient temperature. After an hour, I could feel the tiny drops of perspiration gliding down my sides and belly. I felt the heat draining me, but the subtle contact with the others felt so good, and I continued to dance among them.

I turned toward the door, and as I started to step toward it, I felt a cool slender hand slide over my right hip from the rear and disappear down the front of my leather pants. The coolness of a long middle finger settled over my moist and throbbing clit. A second hand slid around from the left side and its delicate fingers toyed with the ring in my navel. I felt a sudden shiver, sharply amplified as her warm breath brushed past the tiny hairs on my neck before passing under my chin and into the noise that surrounded us. The hunter, was for the moment, the prey; a willing victim in a new arena where sex and death interplay with one another.

I slowly turned around only to find myself face-to-face with Rachel. The music played on, but my ears heard only silence as she placed the finger that had stroked my precious globe between her full reddish lips and slowly savored the essence of my wanting self. Her dark brown eyes watched me as she slowly withdrew her finger from between her pursed lips. I could see its dampness reflecting the sharp colored light from above. Slowly the distance between us disappeared, and her wetted finger pushed deep into the center of my belly as we embraced in the neon slime. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, then as her fingers slid into my pants again, she bit me lightly on the neck. A silent scream erupted in me as a trickle of blood oozed downward and across my collar bone. My pleasure center went wild as my body shook with the vibration of the bass and my heart pounded with each beat of the drum. I had been taken for the first time in public, yet nobody even noticed.

The bed in Rachel's home was draped in red satin sheets. As I lay there watching her undress, I was seduced by her beauty and movements. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders and softly caressed her shoulders as she bent over to remove her panties. I studied her face as I though about killing her. Instinct was telling me to do it right then, but my body wanted to feel her exquisite touch again. I wanted to smell the perfume in her hair and feel her body against mine; naked and without the interference of leather.

I was still unbuttoning my leathers as she approached me. My reason for being there flashed across my mind again, and as I studied the softness of her belly, my fingers brushed lightly over the handle of my weapon. I looked up into her eyes, and I could detect a purpose that was as wild and sinister as my own. As she bent down over me, I caught a glimpse of her teeth. Two of them were shaped like fangs and her breath was suddenly as foul as the emissions from a tallow plant. With my left hand I blocked her advance and diverted her away from me just long enough to draw a small dagger hidden in my belt. As we rolled to my left, I drove the blade deep into her upper belly and angled it up toward her left kidney before giving it a sharp twist. I heard a startled sigh escape her then her body went suddenly rigid. A look of surprise filled her face. She coughed once, then collapsed as blood flowed like a stream from the wound in her gut.

I rolled her onto her back and felt her neck for a pulse. There was none. Her eyes seemed to focus on a point beyond the ceiling, and as I stared at her, I let myself succumb to temptation. I pressed my face against her soft belly and drove my tongue into her navel. As I did, a trickle of blood from her wound found its way into the depression and onto my lips and tongue. I suddenly felt like I'd just snorted a line of cocaine. I tasted it again, amplifying the rush as I did. At first the sensation scared me, but the shear power of it left me wanting more of this new drug.

My purse was sitting on a chair and I grabbed it as I got up off the bed. I opened it up and took out the little S&W .357 and held it in my right hand as I rummaged for a Kleenex. To my surprise, Rachel suddenly sat up almost as if nothing had happened. As she stared at me, she opened her mouth and I once again saw the unusual fangs. Slowly, she stood up. A bit of blood was still oozing from the wound I had given her, but the gaping hole that I created when I twisted the blade appeared to have closed and only a small slit remained. As Rachel stepped toward me, I pointed the little .357 at her and pulled the trigger. There was a loud roar, and for a moment, Rachel stopped dead in her tracks. She looked down as her hands framed the neat little hole I'd put in her bellybutton, but after a moment, she stepped toward me again. I fired one more round at her. The nasty hollow-point entered just under her left nipple and tore through her heart. Rachel dropped to her knees and then to the floor, but as I watched her, I could tell she was smiling.

Time was definitely working against me. This "vampire" or whatever she was, would no doubt rise again in a few minutes, and I only had 3 bullets left. As I looked around the room, I saw a sword hanging on the wall. It was then that I remembered the stories written by Stoker and others.

As I grabbed the sword, I felt the same power that surged through me as when I tasted her blood. I held it in front of me with the blade pointed down at the floor. I heard her stirring behind me, but I was strangely unafraid. Slowly she stood up and walked toward me. I closed my eyes and let myself "feel" her position. When she crossed that invisible line that put her within striking distance, I stepped back with my right foot, spun the long acuminate blade under my right arm and ran the blade through the center of her naked belly, burying it almost to the hilt. As I turned to face her, she coughed hard, spattering my face with her blood. I pulled the blade from her gut and with one sweeping arc, took her under the chin and sent her head flying across the room. Her body stood motionless for what seemed like several seconds, then toppled onto the hardwood floor.

I waited for at least half an hour before leaving the room. When she failed to revive, I felt it was safe to depart. I quickly wrapped her head in a plastic bag and carried it with me when I left. After walking at least a mile, I dropped it into a dumpster and headed for home.

That was all last night. Today, the sun seems terribly bright despite the fact that there is a high overcast. The spot on my neck where Rachel bit me is incredibly sore, but otherwise has healed remarkably fast. I'm still wondering about her. Perhaps she was just high on Angel Dust. A duster could no doubt function with the wounds I'd given her; at least for a little while. But then, if she was a vampire?

By the way, I'm feeling awfully hungry now, but the only thing that looks good to eat is my neighbor. And she does look rather good you know.