“Witches”, I mutter to myself with disdain. These weak little people amuse me greatly. They flounder through their meaningless little lives, building self-importance in their pathetic and witless minds. They invent ceremonies and build up false gods in an effort to strengthen their mundane and fearful existence. According to their particular “path”, they have a host of various gods that they attempt to appease with insignificant incantations and offerings.
There is only one god. I don’t capitalize god for a reason. Much to the contrary of the modern day “christian”, there is no one named God. Oh, don’t take me wrong, there IS A god, if that is what you wish to call him. But, the mind of man could never comprehend his name, if he has one. He is “the one source” or “the great spirit”. Simply put, he is the creator of all. He is our god, but that isn’t his name. Even he, himself, said just to call him, “I am”. For that is what he is, he just IS. He doesn’t live in a church or a sanctuary or a temple. He is in the air, in the trees, the water, the rocks, the earth, he is in US. Mortal or immortal, he is the one that created us and made everything around and beyond us.
I am an immortal. I have walked throughout the ages. No new soul, am I. I learned long ago, as do most immortals, the one source is all around us, even in the air we breath. We are such trivial beings in comparison with him, that we don’t need to know his name, we just need to know he is. Much to the dismay of many, I am a christian, for I am a believer. Believe, hell. I KNOW!
Random thoughts filter through my mind. I can’t help it, modern religion just agitates me. People so loudly professing to be christians, are the very type that refused him and condemned him to death. Christian is basically supposed to mean christlike or to follow Christ. How UNlike Christ, are most of these ignorant Pharisees. Just as I know there is a one source, I know he sent his son, an extension of himself, to walk on this earth. What did the almighty and all-knowing man do? They killed him.
Why does mortal man insist on naming things? It seems to make the world less fearful to them, if everything has a name and a place. That is why most can’t acknowledge my kind, we are outside of their teachings and don’t fit into place. We are a piece of the puzzle that has no place IN the puzzle. Much like the one source, we simply are. And, like the one source, whom and what we are overwhelm the human mind, so they give us false names and images, untrue rumors and legends.
These busy little souls flittering around the darkening woods are just another breed of mortal humans. They don’t have a clue. They are flailing about in wild and reckless abandon, trying desperately to find a meaning to their meaningless lives.
Oh! They must be nearing the time to begin their ceremonies. One of them has a bag of salt and is spreading it out in a large circle that encompasses their fire and alter. These fools are sooooooooo amusing! They actually STILL believe in the ancient and many times disproved legend, that salt will keep evil spirits and souls away. They think there is some sort of protection in salt, how foolish is THAT?
They remind me of the ignorant peasants that believe a ring of garlic around their neck will stop my feeding. I love tormenting those misled sheep. Actually, because of their years of belief in this voodoo, I have come to be quite fond of the taste of garlic mixed with fresh blood. Making sure to bite through the garlic, just to show them of their stupidity, I found myself craving the harsh contrast of the bitterness of raw garlic mixed with the salty and euphoric sweetness of blood. Nowadays, most humans don’t believe in the garlic myth, so I often carry a clove in my pocket to remind me of the old days. Over the course of centuries, one learns to amuse one’s self with little games, what can I say.
Lurking in the darkness, I decide on a game to play with these idiots.
Darkness now surrounds us. They have slipped from their clothing and donned robes. One of them, no doubt their “leader”, is in a hooded robe. Their fire lights the night and makes flickering shadows that dance on the trees. As their fire climbs high into the sky, they dance around it, twisting and whirling. The hooded one places something on the alter and calls out to the night sky in a voice that attempts to sound profound and masterful. She turns from the alter to join her friends and stops in her tracks, staring into the night in my direction.
I avert my eyes to the ground and ease my breathing. She felt me, that one. Maybe not quite the idiot that most humans are. It was my fault though. When I slip into the mode I of the predator, I send out powerful waves of energy that can often be felt be insightful prey. I have to caution myself to watch, but glance away often, not locking my eyes on my target.
Unsure of what she felt in the darkness, the woman returns to her friends and joins the dancing. On of them, a splendid young woman with a breathtaking body, slips out of her robe to dance nude. The way the eyes of the others follow her tells me of their “orientation”.
She is magnificent, sweat glistening on her nude body, long tresses swinging out wildly, breasts bouncing and swinging to and fro. She, I decide immediately, will be first on the menu. Fear can ruin the taste of blood, it releases endorphins into the system that taint the nectar I suckle from their bodies. Her blood will be prime, her taste should be phenomenal. Yes, the others must wait and watch, let fear corrupt their taste, it is of no exceptional vintage.
The nude form dancing around the fire mesmerizes me. She feels different from the rest. She seems to partake of this ceremony to please her friends, but I can feel her laughing disdain of their beliefs. Oh, how I long to taste this nubile young goddess.
I step from the shadows and walk slowly and majestically to their fire. The stop dancing and gather in a small cluster to watch me. First, I throw an energy pulse at my young treat to make her slide slowly to the ground in peaceful slumber. The others draw tighter together and step a few steps back. I stop just beyond their circle of salt and look down at it. The leader makes a pleased sound as I hesitate, no doubt thinking she has bested me and protected her friends. Her gloat turns to a choking sound as I kneel and scoop a handful of the salt up and lick it.
The fear is so thick in the air you can smell it. It is actually quite intoxicating to one such as I. Sending my mind out to entrance them, I bid them all to walk to the fire’s edge and sit on a long log there. They all sink to the log in unison, their bodies now totally under my control, their minds grappling from freedom.
I move away from them and kneel beside their young friend. I slip her into my arms and carry her to the edge of the fire, within plain sight of her trio of helpless friends. I talk to her with my mind and gently bring her back to consciousness. She lingers in a trance, just beyond total comprehension, but awake enough to enjoy the pleasures I am about to ply her with. I sense something about her, though. Something peculiar. I am not entirely sure that I even need to hold her entranced. I am not sure she would flee from me. It seems as if I can feel the pulse of not her body, but of her soul.
Lying down beside her, I slowly caress her body with knowing and graceful hands. I slide them up and down her slender frame. I explore and tease her breasts, running agile fingers all over each breast, but always shying from the ever-hardening nipples. I part her thighs and run my hands up them in soothing caresses. I barely brush the palm of my hand over her bare pubic mound, finding myself immensely happy that she is clean shaven and softer than anything I have ever encountered before. I stroke her tummy in circles growing larger and larger, encompassing her hips and thighs and brushing over the bottom of her heaving breasts.
I bend to kiss her throat and am surprised not to feel her tense when I kiss the soft sides of her elegant neck. I nibble softly on her collarbones and a soft moan slips for her to dance upon the night air. Taking a chance I have never risked before, I allow her to come out from my trance and give her own free will. She runs not, but lifts her hands to pull my mouth to her tightening nipples. I lick around each one, spiraling closer and closer and then sucking them into my mouth. As I suck, I swirl my tongue around them. I bite gently and tug on them. I lift the breasts and bury my face into the bottom side of them, now gently piercing her flesh with my needle-sharp teeth. A quick intake of breath is the only sound she makes as I suck the soft underbelly and drink of her blood. Ecstasy overwhelms us both and A take nearly to much, coming to my senses and pulling away in the nick of time.
She moans and groans and softly mutters of her pleasure. I kiss down her belly and lick her bellybutton. My kisses wandered lower and I slide my tongue down the already juicy slit that quivers in anticipation of the pleasures that awaited. Her hands grasp at my hair and she moans again, much more loudly this time. I suck the meaty lips and caress them with a softened tongue. My fingers dance around the top of her slit, stroking her tummy and massaging the hump of her bare pubis.
I delve deeper with my tongue and hear her scream out with pleasure as I thrust my tongue deep inside of her. I suck the meaty outer lips of her pussy into my mouth and thrust them back out with my tongue. In and out, in and out, tugging and pulling them as I did so. My tongue gingerly explores higher on her slit, parting the lips to caress around the plum hood that protect her clit. It is throbbing. I can hear her clit actually throbbing in her excitement! I make sure to shape my tongue as wet and soft as possible, and slowly drag it over the hood, rolling back to expose the clit to my favors. Licking up and down each side and back and forth below it, I tease the little bud until she cries out and pulls my head to bring my mouth more forcefully onto her clit. I suckle it and stroke it with my tongue and bring her to orgasm almost immediately, so great is her excitement.
When she has been wracked with several orgasms, I slide a little lower to again suck the meaty outer lips of her pussy and sink my teeth into them to drain more of her life away. Stopping before she was gone, I for some reason hesitate to drain her “too much”.
Blood adorning my lips, I crawl back up to kiss her lips. She licks her lips, tasting her own blood and another moan escapes from her weak and fading body. I know it is wrong. It went goes against everything I ever knew, but I lean lower to whisper into her ear, “I love you little one. Go in peace and without pain”. I feel something strange on my face and reaching up a hand, find tears streaming down the sides of my face and dropping onto hers.
“Please Master”, she gasps. “Save my life and let me be your slave for eternity, to walk beside you or behind you, whatsoever you desire”. Loneliness had been so heavy upon me lately, that I actually consider her offer. “Do you know what you ask for, dear child”, I murmur softly into her ear. “Do you know how long eternity is”? “Do you know how lonely it can be”?
“Not lonely” she pants between gasps, “not lonely with you, my love and neither will you ever be, never again”. This one has truly seen into my soul as I indulged myself in her flesh and the brief union of our souls. You can’t help but learn part of their soul, when you savor their flesh and this one had taken time to see back into MY dark and tortured soul. Much to my dismay, she didn’t fear me, but somehow loved me and pitied me.
I lean to whisper my undying love to her and to kiss her softly upon her chalky white cheek. “Yes, precious love”. “I shall take you into eternity with me”
I reach down to cut open my wrist to allow her to drink of my blood and seal our union, but she looks weakly at me and looking at lower parts of me, says “please Master, let me come into your world with that which I know will bring me bliss until the end of time”.
Laughing merrily, I unfasten my pants and slide out my engorged cock. I cut a small slash across the top of it’s shaft and slipping it between her lips say, “suckle me, my love. Drink my life-giving blood and rise again to walk with me”. Her eager mouth went to work with a relish I never imagined and a mouthful of blood wasn’t the only thing she drinks this night.
As she suckles me greedily, I perform the rites I must do, to bring her from the world of the mortal to the world of the immortal. I slip my necklace around her neck and claim her as mine. She will be immortal, but she will always be tied to me in a magical way. Always, we will be together, even when apart.
When she finished her spasms (the body does terrible and horrendous looking things when “turning” and becoming immortal), she sat up and I heard one of her friends gasp.
I had forgotten all about them! They would make the perfect feast to strengthen my newfound lover and soulmate. A feast among friends! I knew from what I had learned of her while “turning her”, that feeding on these old friends wouldn’t be a stumbling block to her. We would leave them alive and unknowing, just a little weak and drained.