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                  {ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 6 of 50
                 [Yotna El'toub] (F+/f+, MC)
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an 
adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If 
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Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The characters 
portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story. Any 
similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The 
characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to 
state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world.

Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors.
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Chapter six: The Seeds of Time.

Lalo shivered; this was a cold, damp, unwelcoming place. Why had she been 
drawn to this long neglected, remote place? Clouds of exhaled breath 
billowed before her, as she gazed at the algae stained concrete walls, and 
sighed.

The journey from home to the reservoir, on foot, had been an arduous one. 
Lalo would never be able to understand why her mother had panicked so much. 
Her mind drifted back to her bedroom; she remembered, Cath and her, lying 
together, entwined with her Mum. The three of them were gently recovering 
from their sexual excesses, but what had happened to spook her Mum? Lalo 
relaxed, forcing her mind back; back into the heady feelings, which she had 
experienced in the afterglow of the sexual gymnastics, and then she saw it.

No, that wasn't entirely right. At first, she had felt it; the room had 
grown warmer, the atmosphere sultry, and then the light, a dull red glow. 
That was the moment Maldea had flown into a frenzy of packing. Within 
minutes, they were out of the house and walking. Then Mum had done the 
oddest of things, she asked Lalo where to go, as if she would know!

Even stranger, Lalo did know, and she directed her mother south. After hours 
of fruitless trekking, they had arrived here, Sithian's reservoir with its 
decrepit, abandoned bunker. As soon as Lalo saw the deserted large `Pill 
box', she had known; this was the `place'. The only questions that still 
ranked high in her mind were why? What force had bought her here, and why 
did she now feel safe?

"Come on, Lalo, no time for reflection - there's much to be done!" said 
Maldea.

"Done, here! What can be done?" asked Lalo.

"Lots. We can make this bunker feel more like home. I won't let my standards 
drop."

"Can't we just go home? Dad will be worried."

"No! He would never understand what happened between us all, how could he?"

"Dad's a good man, he would forgive us."

"You are right; your Dad is a good, honest man. I, on the other hand, have 
broken the law; abused you and Cath. He would go to the police, Lalo, and I 
would go to prison."

"Dad wouldn't do that, surely. He wouldn't want that."

"Probably not, but if he did - I would go to jail, and you would go into 
care! Is that what you want?"

"No, I suppose not," Lalo agreed.

"That's settled then, now roll your sleeves up. We have work to do, and 
quickly, if we are to be ready for our guests."

"We are going to have visitors? Here?" Lalo gasped.

"No, oh I don't know, it's just a feeling I have. Now work."

Lalo grumbled, and cast a long glance at Cath, who had been hanging back, 
only too happy to keep out of the family squabbles. Cath shrugged, and idly 
kicked some of the rubbish on the floor of the bunker. She turned her back 
to Lalo and gazed out of the long, narrow slit in the bunker wall.

Cath could see why the bunker had been placed here; she had a perfect view 
of the whole width of Stithian's reservoir. In the distance, she could make 
out the tip of Crowan beacon, an earlier form of early warning system. For, 
over the centuries many had tried, and failed, to invade this remote corner 
of England. Cath wondered what they were doing here, and just what they 
needed to be alert to.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Lalo.

"Cath, will you help me clean this place up?"

"Sure, where's your mum going?"

"She's off to get some supplies - she might be gone a while, she has to 
hitch hike to Redruth."

"I hope she's back before it gets dark, this place unnerves me."


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The van had only travelled a few miles when it quaked and stopped. Virginia 
scrambled to her feet, and moved to the rear window. The van was lopsided; 
part perched on a bank. All Virginia could see was lush woodland. Her 
location screening came to a sudden end as Rachael's face popped up, her 
eyes wild and flaming. Still hunched over, Virginia retreated as far as the 
cargo hold would allow her. She felt the solid bulkhead bite into her back 
through her slack towelling robe.

The rear door wrenched open, and Rachael entered, followed quickly by Pearl. 
Virginia watched the teenagers as if her life depended on it. Rachael 
reached out and calmly pulled the rear door shut, the interior dimmed. 
Rachael knelt down and tugged at Pearl's jeans. She pulled her down to face 
her. Rachael reached out in a casual manner and brushed against the kneeling 
figure.

Pearl shivered, reacting to the slow caress of Rachael's fingertips as they 
wandered over her cotton blouse. Rachael's fingers located her buttons, and 
plucked them free from their fastenings. Virginia could hear her own 
breathing pause as the blouse fell open, sliding free of Pearl's sloping 
shoulders.

Trapped in a voyeuristic prison, Virginia wondered at Pearl's 
transformation; gone was the terrified girl, a young sexual being had shed 
its cocoon. The display offended and excited Virginia in equal measure. When 
Pearl turned her head and looked directly at Virginia, the older woman 
understood. She wished she hadn't, but she saw the inevitability of her 
future.

Rachael gently rotated Pearl's head back in her direction. She mouthed two 
words. Even in the dim light of the van, Virginia could easily lip read.

"She's yours."

Virginia froze, she felt like the butterfly - gazing at the collector, net 
in hand. As Pearl walked towards her crouched form, she wondered at herself. 
Cat-like, Pearl stalked her prey.

"Now Pearl, you don't have to do what Rachael tells you. Stop before this 
goes too far," Virginia pleaded.

Pearl hesitated, and Virginia stepped forward, reaching out for the 
consolatory hug. The force of Pearl's slap threw the doctor backwards and 
Virginia landed inelegantly on her padded rump. Pearl flew at her, not 
giving the shocked counsellor any time to recover. The teenager's hands were 
everywhere; in the space of seconds, they were under the robe and on 
Virginia's plump breasts.

The trapped counsellor fought to retain her composure and dignity. She had 
almost struggled free when she felt a wet mouth clamp over her sex. Her mind 
reeled, as Virginia fought against the increased longing, trying to 
concentrate on her professionalism instead. She blocked her passion, and was 
just about to force the teenagers off her, as Rachael's active tongue 
located her clitoris. Pearl bore down and trapped Virginia's stiff nipple 
between her teeth; Virginia made one last supreme effort of will and pushed 
the pale girl from her bosom.

Pearl flew back, and then slumped down, her chest crashing onto Virginia's 
face. The counsellor's open mouth was suddenly filled with a stiff throbbing 
bud of flesh. Virginia tried in vain to spit out the stiff nub from her 
mouth; which drove Pearl wilder in her lust. Virginia felt Pearl's prominent 
pubic bone driving rhythmically against the taut muscle of her thigh. 
Virginia came, and her professionalism went.

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Helen woke late, as was her habit on `off duty' days. As the morning 
progressed she began to feel guilty, in the way that only seems to curse the 
female of the species. `I really can't spend the whole of my day off lazing 
around - I really should do something,' she thought, gazing at the early 
afternoon TV. Then it occurred to her, it had been so long since she had 
really cleaned the kitchen! It may not be spring but a `spring clean' was in 
order. Helen happily busied herself - she had found something `worthwhile' 
to fill her afternoon.

By half past three, the kitchen was looking like a bomb-site; cupboards 
flung open - their contents strewn across the work surfaces. Cloth in hand, 
Helen strenuously buffed the shelves of the cupboard under the sink. `If a 
job's worth doing...' she thought to herself as she merrily hummed. Mid buff 
she was interrupted, by an unexpected sound, the doorbell chimed once, and 
then again. `Who can that be?' Helen wondered, as she peeled off her yellow 
`marigold' gloves, which she tossed into the sink and headed off to meet her 
unexpected caller.

Helen spied through the reeded glass beside the front door, but it was no 
use. The caller was too far back to make out anything other than a blue-grey 
blur. She swung the door open, and looked at the unknown woman.

"Sorry, but I don't buy anything at the door. Avon, is it, or Bettaware?" 
Helen enquired of the be-suited woman.

"No it's nothing like that, don't you recognise me, Helen?"

"Well, you look a bit familiar - did we meet at a conference?"

"No, it was a bit less formal than that!" The woman giggled.

Helen blanched, now she remembered her. She had never seen her at this angle 
before.

"What do you want?" Helen asked.

"Just a chat."

"How did you find me?"

"The barman, George? He seems a nice sort; I told him we were old friends. 
He was a bit embarrassed, but finally he told me where you lived. Aren't you 
going to invite me in?"

"Um sorry, yes, yes, yes, yes of course, come in," Helen sighed quietly.

Helen watched warily as the woman wandered towards her lounge. Her mind 
raced `What does she want? Why would she confront me? Shit, I hope this 
isn't going to be too heavy.' The woman made herself at home, settling down 
on Helen's couch. She even had the audacity to nod at the armchair across 
from her. Without protest Helen sat, and waited.

"About last night..." no sooner had the woman started to speak, Helen 
interrupted her.

"Yes I'm sorry about that; I don't normally ravish people,"

No reply came; the woman simply paused, and eventually, reluctantly, started 
to speak again.

"About last night, I have never been a fan of perverted sex. In fact, I 
divorced my husband due to his addiction to telephone sex lines. My daughter 
and I live alone and I have been celibate for years," she sighed, "so you 
can imagine my shock..."

Once again, Helen butted in.

"I can only apologise, I mean, what more do you want?"

"I want you to stop interrupting me; this is difficult enough without your 
continual interruptions," she sighed again, "so you can imagine my shock, 
when I found myself so carried away. You broke through my defences! My 
taboos! I have rubbed my poor neglected slit raw - I'm insatiable. Now what 
are your intentions?"

Helen frowned.

"My intentions, what the hell do you mean? Do you expect me to marry you?" 
Helen's mouth cracked open, and emitted a low chuckle.

"It's not funny. I am a responsible mother; god knows what young Katie 
thought I was up to last night. I need to know where I stand."

"Katie, is that your daughter? How old is she?"

"Katie is sixteen, not that it's any of your business!"

"If she's sixteen, Katie will know exactly what you were up to," Helen 
smiled.

The woman blushed as her confident, ladylike air vanished. Before Helen she 
crumbled, her resolve crushed. She wept openly. Helen suddenly felt very 
cruel; she hadn't meant to wound her opponent so deeply. She stood and 
walked to the woman's side, laying a comforting hand on her heaving 
shoulder.

The woman looked up; rivulets of eye shadow streaked her pale cheeks. Her 
trembling lips opened as she groaned her desire.

"I want you so much, Helen. It hurts. What's wrong with me? I'm not like 
this normally."

Helen smiled gently at the tearful woman.

"What is your name?" she asked.

"Ethna-Jo Merill."

"Listen Ethna-Jo, you and Katie will be just fine. Helen is on your case 
now. Dry your eyes - we will sort this all out."

Helen ruffled Ethna-Jo's grey flecked dark mane of hair. She drank in the 
undisguised admiration burning in Ethna-Jo's brown eyes. `This,' Helen 
thought, `is going to be fun.'

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Maldea struggled along the path, weighed down with six packed `Safeway' 
carrier bags. She turned the corner, and walked from the quiet of Agar Road 
into the comparative bustle of the Illogan Highway. Maldea eyed the bus 
stop; she couldn't afford to waste any money. Every time she accessed the 
account, she risked discovery, and even worse, losing Lalo!

Grunting with effort, she traipsed back towards the 393 bus stop to 
Perranaworth. Half way up Tolgus Mount, she rested. As she straightened up 
from depositing her carriers, she was amazed by the commotion on the road 
beside her. A large car swerved across the lanes of traffic, ignoring the 
horns and flashing lights, and performed a very risky U-turn.

She watched agape, as the stretch limo slowed, without indicating, and 
finally stopped beside her. A black window rolled smoothly down into the 
black bodywork, and a beaming black face peered out.

"Hi!"

"Hi," Maldea responded, "are you guys lost?"

"Not any more, Maldea, not any more."

Maldea was just going to ask how the passenger had known her name, when one 
of the rear windows slipped down. The face that appeared answered all of 
Maldea's questions.

Soon her shopping was stowed in the boot of the limo, and Maldea sat between 
two of `Les Bitches'. Gazing at the rest of the band, she finally found her 
tongue.

"Of course I know you guys, who wouldn't? But how do you know me?"

"Know you? We not only know you, we admire you. We also need you, you and 
Lalo. You could say you are our future," said Margit.

"You need us?" Maldea shivered.

"Yes, you see, Maldea, we know all about you. You and Jeff destroyed our 
bloodline. We were brought together by our Kainite sisters to resolve the 
largest threat to the kindred. You wiped them all out before we arrived. 
Most impressive!"

"Yes, I suppose we did. But you still haven't answered my question. Why do 
you need us?"

"You, my dear Maldea, are an orphan; one whose ancestral line had a vampyre 
bite. In the distant past, a vampyre bit one of your relatives, but that 
relative, who must have been as resourceful as you, escaped the final 
conversion. This makes you an orphan, pre-determined to be attracted to the 
Wampyr."

"Why does this matter?" asked Maldea.

"Normally it wouldn't, other than you dying early if unbitten. But in your 
case you bred, by chance, with another orphan, from a different Wampyr 
bloodline."

"Jeff?"

"Yes and your offspring is unique. Lalo is the spawn of two noble Wampyr 
clans. She may hold the clue to the final cure."

"A cure for vampirism?"

"No, a cure for the genetic mutation that causes the premature death of 
orphans. A way to hide our existence from the prying eyes of modern 
science."

"We won't help. I have fought you before and won, and I will win again," 
Maldea spat.

"Enough!" growled Margit, "It is time for your full induction to the 
kindred, time to still your rebellious heart!"

Maldea tried to shrink away from the myriad hands that reached for her. She 
struggled against them as they rudely shredded her clothes, trying to ignore 
the heat being kindled in her stomach. Sylvie's slim hands hovered just 
above Maldea's trembling bare breasts. As the hands lowered, Maldea saw the 
palms smile as they opened the serrated sphincters that would gorge on the 
life-blood from her nipples. Maldea screamed her last human scream.

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Cath rushed across the bunker to where Lalo had collapsed. Tenderly she 
turned her friend over and stroked her face.

"Lalo, Lalo, can you hear me?"

"Mmmmm, sorry Cath, what happened?"

"You fainted, Lalo, don't you remember?"

"Remember, remember, oh yes - I remember! Mum - she's in danger, we are in 
danger," Lalo paused, and looked directly into Cath's eyes, "If you can look 
into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, 
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear, Your favours nor your hate."

"Macbeth? Why are you quoting Macbeth? Lalo, Lalo!"

Lalo did not respond; she was unconscious again. Cath cuddled her friend, as 
she tried to ignore the dank bunker, the approaching darkness, and her own 
fear. Catherine Hebbert had never felt so alone.

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Vampyre Daze part 6 of 50...


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