Something had gone wrong. For the first time since my brothers and I have been drifting the earth for almost three centuries, I panicked.
I had lost my favourite brother Pierre to a witch named Yvonne Barnes. For almost two hundred years, I have traced her movements across the world and her descendants. I have returned to Jantique to finish the mission by killing her last child before finding and ending her once and for all. I needed to find Yvonne's child.
However, until then, whether it was fate or destiny, I found Zoe a necessary distraction. My lust for blood had made me transform and now the only thing that could change me back was blood.
I watched as Zoe strolled into the room with a tray in her hand. I smelt bacon and eggs. She was not wearing much more than what she slept in and the white shift did very little to hide her pointed nipples. Nor did the black thong do a good job of covering her nest.
She must have known that I was starving as she gently handed me a piece of bacon.
As she settled on the bed, her phone rang and I could tell it was someone that she was happy to hear from.
She listened for a while and then I heard her say,
"Girl I had the weirdest dream last night. I want to go back to sleep to catch the rest but girl I am starving. So, I got up to eat something and then hopefully fall back to sleep for part two."
I heard them both giggle for almost a full two minutes.
"Tiffany, guess what? I found a stray cat and he is the sweetest thing ever."
I heard a scream on the phone.
"What is it with you and cats? Didn't you find the last one Ruffles a few years ago?" Tiffany replied.
"Yes, yes Tiffany, but this one I am going to call Smokey. Back to my story girl."
I watched as she told the story and waved her hand around. The piece of bacon was so appealing, I leapt at it and caught it along with a piece of the skin on her finger.
"Shit, that darn cat just bit me," Zoe screamed, "but I don't think he did it on purpose."
The taste of her blood made me jump but I started to see as if I was seeing through the eyes of Yvonne Barnes. My stomach turned and I was stunned. My ears were hearing Zoe, but my eyes were seeing something else. I had found my target and there was nothing I could do but just watch and listen. I was transfixed as I watched her life's story unfold through her eyes.
Sometime earlier in time and elsewhere in Jantique
Yvonne sat up hurriedly in her bed and screamed,
"Murder!"
The man standing in her bedroom did not seem bothered by her screams.
"Shhhh. I am not here to hurt you miss and by the way no one will hear you. You live in the middle of nowhere," the man replied with a soothing voice.
"What is it that you want? What are you doing in my bedroom at 2 a.m. in the morning?" Yvonne asked breathlessly.
"I don't need to explain myself to you. However, I am here to collect the money from the safe."
The man spoke with a raspy voice as he stood in the shadows.
"How did you get in here without setting off the alarms?" Yvonne asked.
"Stop asking me questions and open the safe aren't you supposed to be afraid of me woman?" the man shouted as he took a menacing step forward.
Yvonne flinched, "I don't have the combination. My husband has it and he will be home anytime soon."
The masked man laughed loudly.
"You sounded so convincing but the one thing I hate most is dishonesty."
"You're a thief and you hate dishonesty that is the most ridiculous thing I've heard in long time," Yvonne replied.
"Yes, I know you are lying about the husband thing and I don't really want to hurt you. I have been watching you for days and you are the only one here. Worse you don't even have a dog to call your own. Get up and open the safe now!" he shouted.
"You haven't answered my question yet!" she responded in a similar tone. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "You won't come into my house and intimidate me with your voice. I will open it, but you must give me a chance to put on some clothes first," Yvonne replied softly.
"What do you take me for? An idiot? The moment I turn my back you will call the police or attack me. I don't have a lot of time before your security guard gets here."
He took something from his waist that she couldn't make out in the darkness. A flash of light from the moon suddenly illuminated the room and a flash of chrome caught Yvonne's eyes. He slowly raised his hand and pointed the object towards her.
"I thought you said you would not harm me," she said as she swung her legs from under the sheet and stood up.
She heard as the masked man gulped as she stood before him, her entire body on display.
"See why I asked for some privacy, now look what you have made me do," Yvonne said sarcastically.
The light streamed through the curtains and shone on her glistening skin. Yvonne Barnes was a full-figured woman and her body was moulded and sculpted to perfection.
"You will not harm me," she said confidently as she stared into his eyes and stepped towards him.
She watched his eyes behind the mask as his eyes traversed her feminine form greedily. His eyes glazed over and his mouth fell more open with each step she took.
"You see there is a reason a woman like me would live in such an isolated place and not be afraid of a single living soul. It's too late for you to escape me now son. The only question is will you scream like a bitch or take it like a man?"
"What are you talking about lady? Stop or I will shoot you, don't come any closer," he stuttered.
"Your bullets won't do a thing to me," Yvonne replied as her eyes became blood red and glowed in the light.
Sweat began to wash Mark's body and despite his best efforts, his feet could not move. His hands started to shake then they felt paralysed.
Yvonne laughed as she looked at the strong, sturdy frame of the man who had become transfixed in her room. He was not the first and he was definitely to become a victim to her ruse. She traced his muscled body with her finger enjoying hearing his heart pounding in his chest. Strangely enough, despite his obvious fear, he was also excited as witnessed by how his jeans was straining.
"Ah, finally a real man,' she whispered as she circled behind him.
"What have you done to me?" he asked.
"Nothing yet but trust me tonight is going to be the best night of your short young life," she said as she bit him on the side of his neck.
His blood was thick and rich as Yvonne licked her lips.
"Ahh you are a virgin, clean and well fed," she whispered.
"Please God, help me..."
He tried to pray as his heart filled with dread. The rest of his words died on his lips after Yvonne's teeth pierced his skin.
He felt her touch but could not move an ounce of his muscular body as her finger nails traced the outlines of his nipples through his black, cotton shirt. To his surprise his nipples responded as electricity ran down to his crotch. The surge of blood to his manhood made him ache. She ripped off his shirt to reveal hardened nipples with dark aureoles. Her fiery, red eyes blazed as she looked at his naked torso and as she viewed the rippled muscles her hands traced the ridges and troughs of the muscles. With each caress of her hand, his excitement rose but his mind was panicking.
"I know what you're thinking. This is 2018 in St. Thomas so there is no way this could be possibly happening to you. You are not dreaming; you just saw this house in the bush of Roselle and thought that a little woman living alone would have been an easy target and you felt something urging you on to climb the fence and break in. You chose to ignore the red flags on the gate and the poles. Well, I hope you getting what you deserve. I know you feel like a bird caught on a cage. I can hear your heart pounding and see your chest heaving. I like that your blood is thick and hot and I intend to get it even hotter before I am finished with you."
Her tongue licked his left nipple while her hand pinched the other. Fire blazed through his body as sensations he had never felt coursed through his body. Her teeth tugged at his nipple as she gently sucked. Her tongue felt hot on his body and with each flick or curl of her instrument his body melted as the flames burned deeper and deeper. His thoughts raced and he tried to remember a familiar prayer, but he was unable to concentrate as fear and pleasure intermingled in his mind and ran rampant throughout his body. He even tried to mutter a Psalm but gave up as he could not even remember the 23rd Psalm from Sunday school.
"Nobody will come to rescue you and before long your body and mind will be mine."
A shudder went through Mark's body as her hand reached down into his jeans and encircled his throbbing manhood. Her touch was delicate but yet forceful enough as if she had years of experience. Mark thought as he gasped as he felt his pants fall around his ankles and the press of her body against his as her nails dug into his hard rounded cheeks of his ass. He was lifted with ease and floated four inches off the floor towards the king-size four poster bed. He fought with all his might and will but other powers had held him captive.
His ebony-coloured body was lying prone on the bed and the woman who he thought was a victim was now his captor. She stalked him and pranced around the bed with fiery, red eyes and chanting. Yvonne leapt unto the bed and straddled him. Her perfectly rounded breasts hung inches away from his face.
"I look damn good for a woman 175 years old don't I? Just wait until you feel me."
Mark's eyes popped open wide as he understood what she meant about being so old. He thought vampires were a myth but he was now the victim at the mercy of the undead.
"I am so lonely in this house by myself and I need company. It's been a while since I've had a man in this bed."
Her eyes turned back to brown and seemed more human-like as she held his hand. The tip of his engorged shaft was positioned at her outer lips which had become ripe and swollen. As he regained control of his muscles, Mark struggled and twisted his hips and arm as she eased her body downwards and smiled as the strength of the struggling man was felt deep between her legs. With her eyes closed, she remembered what it was like to be mortal again. The memories of a throbbing, hard, muscular tool buried inside her and the sensation of a hard warm-blooded man trying to break free from the tight, hot grip of her juicy, wet inner place flooded her mind.
Mark's screamed in a combination of mind-blowing pleasure and the uncertainty of his future.
"Yes, yes," she said, "Fight it boy like a bull."
He bucked and thrashed beneath her and with each manoeuvre, the thrusts of her hips got more urgent. He could feel the warm juices irrigating his shaft as the thing on top of him arched her back, her nipples and breasts became full and ripened like grapefruits that were about to burst in the heat of the summer sun. Her scream of passion echoed in the room as her full clitoris was massaged by his muscular pelvis.
The tanned skin of Yvonne glowed as she reached her most pleasurable spot in her journey. She climaxed over and over again.
"My dearest Benjamin, I missed you so much, why have you stayed away from me for so long?"
"Benjamin? I am not Benjamin. My name is Mark."
Yvonne's eyes glowed like sapphires in the darkness of the room. He could see her white teeth glistening as she sank them into his upturned neck and the bulging vein that had beckoned her.
His blood curdling scream could be heard for miles around the desolated Roselle Estate.