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Subject: {ASSM} Runaway Dream Ch.2 by Rachael Ross (F/f, Vampire, Rom, Drugs, Prostitution, Violence, Horror)
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The Runaway Dream

Copyright 2000-2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for
adults.
Story Codes (F/f, Vampire, Rom, Drugs, Prostitution,Violence, Horror)

Note: You should read the first two parts, "Runaway Dream Intro" and
"Runaway Dream Ch.1" before reading this third part of the story.


The Runaway Dream
by rache

Chapter Two - The Turning

"Death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness" - W.A.
Mozart


"You move pretty fast for being so small." The woman said. "I almost
caught up with you in Boise."

I didn't say anything, even though I had a lot of questions. It was
like I couldn't settle on just one to ask, so I didn't ask any. Or
maybe I was afraid of the answers. I had been running fast, very fast
and even if this woman hadn't been dead, which I was pretty sure she
was, she shouldn't never have been able to find me. Not by herself,
not without help.

We got back to the highway and she took a left, so I was going back
the way I came. The Texaco station appeared once more, the same one
Howard had passed an hour or so before and I wondered if he regretted
that now. That was a comforting thought, not because I was worried
about that fat bastard who'd wanted to rape me, but because it was a
little bit of my old self coming back to life. Fighting the paralyzing
fear of being just 15 and all alone.

"We're going to change cars." She said, parking next to her Civic. We
were parked on the side of the gas station, which was busy with trucks
mostly, some cars too though, people coming and going quickly, not
noticing us at all.

She opened the passenger door and bent herself in, leaning on the seat
and reaching a hand for me. "Come on." Her fingers twitched a little,
calling me.

"S-Stay away from me." I whispered and I realized my teeth were
chattering. I was shivering. I gripped my knife tightly but I didn't
threaten her with it.

"You can't stay here." She smiled. "You were coming with me,
remember?"

I didn't speak or move, not even when she moved closer, until she
could touch me and I felt her warm fingers on my arm, gripping my
wrist and pulling it away from legs gently. "It'll be alright." She
promised. "I'm not going to hurt you. Nobody is going to hurt you ever
again. I promise."

"You...you were dead." I told her, finally saying it out loud. "I saw
you. I touched you." I wasn't worried about being hurt.

"Well, I'm not dead now, am I?" She smiled like it was a joke. "Let's
go, we need to find a place for you to sleep."

"You were dead." I repeated, but she wouldn't say anything more. The
woman just pulled me gently, coaxing me out of the car and into hers.

Even though I'd slept all afternoon in Ronny's car, I found myself
sleepy as Angela drove us down the highway. All my energy had just
evaporated and I closed my eyes, but every time I did all I could see
was the woman lying in the backseat, eyes closed, not breathing. And
then she opened her eyes.

I jerked upright in the seat, confused and blinking as I woke up. I
was breathing hard and sweating. It was night and we were parked at a
motel, all blue and pink neon shining through the windows. Angela was
gone and then I saw her inside through big glass windows, talking to a
girl behind the counter, getting a room. I looked around, thinking for
just a second that I could run.

"Hi." The door opened and she was getting in, tossing a room key
wrapped in a big receipt on the dash. "You slept a little, how do you
feel?"

I shrugged, not knowing how to answer. She seemed normal, everything
was normal. But it wasn't.

"Are you hungry?" She asked, starting the car. "There's a diner here."

I shook my head.

"We'll get cleaned up first." Angela decided and then she was backing
up, driving around the big square building, finding the door closest
to our room.

She opened my door when I wouldn't get out right away, looking down at
me. "Here. You dropped this when you fell asleep." The woman handed me
my knife and I took it slowly.

I looked at it for a second and then flicked it open, looking up at
her, just to see how she'd react. Angela was smiling patiently, but
she wasn't afraid and I licked my lips, feeling a small crust of dried
blood under my tongue. I closed the blade again after half a minute
and slipped my seatbelt off, getting out of the car without really
knowing why. I'd never really needed reasons for anything though, had
I?

"Come here." Angela was sitting on the bed, there was only one, a
large one, and she reached out to bring me standing close. "Let's get
you cleaned up, you'll feel better."

I wasn't speaking to her, but Angela didn't seem to mind that, or even
notice very much. She undressed me slowly and I didn't resist. This at
least was familiar, being in a motel room with an older woman, being
undressed for her. This was something I could understand, maybe the
first thing all night and I found myself responding to it. I needed
that comfort, of being the person I thought I was.

She took off my jacket, and then my shirts, revealing my body slowly,
layer by layer. I felt cold and Angela's hands were warm on my skin.
She touched me, just a little, smiling as her fingers moved beneath my
small breasts. The woman undid my jeans, pushing them down my thighs
and then holding me as I put my hands on her shoulders, kicking off my
boots and lifting my feet one at a time. I was standing in panties and
socks and soon even those were gone.

Angela leaned forward as she pulled my panties down, more than she
needed to, and I could feel her warm breath on my tummy. The thin
material fell around my ankles and I stood there as the woman moved
her hands up the back of my slender thighs, up to my ass, holding me
and then kissing me, just at the top of my slit, on the fatty little
swell above my sex.

"Do you like me?" I asked, finding my voice in that moment. I knew she
did, I could smell her desire.

"I've always liked you." She said, taking a deep breath.

She took me to the bathroom, small as such places always are, with
just a shower and a toilet. The sink was just outside the bathroom, in
a small alcove and I paused there, turning on the bright lights and
looking at myself in the mirror. Angela turned on the water frowning
and telling me she'd asked if the room had a bathtub.

I had a cut on my bottom lip and it was swollen. My nose was swollen
too, but not broken or anything. I had the beginning of a black eye on
the left side of my face and my cheek there was already discolored
slightly, dark and faintly yellow. I had dried blood around my nose
and lips, a bit on my chin. My blonde hair was a mess, dirty and
matted to my head, and my eyes looked red and puffy, as if I'd been
crying, but I hadn't cried at all, I didn't think.

"Here..." Angela was behind me suddenly and I jumped because I'd been
looking in the mirror and I hadn't noticed her.

She was naked now and I turned around, looking at her. She was
patient, letting me see her and it was an offer. Her dark blonde hair
was down around her pale shoulders, and her blue eyes were open.
Angela had that same smile, thin and amused, that I liked as it seemed
genuine somehow. Her breasts weren't overly large, but firm and topped
with soft brown nipples. She had a nice shape, a toned body with
definition beneath her soft white skin. I looked at her sex, beneath a
small strip of brown pubic hair. I could see her lips and the small
knot of flesh that hid her clit.

Angela was reading my face, watching my eyes, and after that long
moment of inspection she took my hand. The water was running hot and
steam rose weakly in the bathroom. She led me into the shower, both of
us standing close so that it was natural to put my arms around her. It
was what I wanted, to hold this woman and to be held. I knew it was
just programmed into me, wanting my mother back, or something. Nothing
too deep there, anyone could understand it. I'd been attracted to
older women my whole life it seemed, ever since that awful day, but
understanding a thing doesn't change it. I'd never felt any guilt
about it.

Angela washed me, using one of the motel's washcloths and the cheap
soap that came wrapped with compliments. It smelled like nothing, but
it felt good, the wet rough texture over my skin. I turned and moved,
allowing Angela to do with me as she liked, and all the while that hot
water poured over us. It was rinsing away the cold and the fear, or so
I imagined, bringing some sense of clarity at least. Enough so that I
could speak finally.

"You really were dead." I told Angela. I had my back to her and she
was washing my shoulders and down, along my ribs and up my spine.
Massaging me with soapy hands.

"I was sleeping, that's all." She said.

"I don't believe you." I shook my head. "And how did you find me? What
did you do to...to that man?"

"I knew where you were going."

I turned my head to look at her and Angela just shrugged. "I didn't
know where I was going, how could you?"

Angela hugged me, pressing her breasts to my back, her mouth close to
my ear dripping water. "I dreamt of you, of what was going to happen.
I have dreamt of you for a long time, Stacy."

I froze then, like everything froze. The water stopped in midair, the
steam stopped rising, my heart and lungs ceased to function. Time
stopped everywhere and all at once...and then started again.

"What?" I wanted to get away, I was cold again, but Angela held me.
"Nobody calls me that. Not since..."

I'd been Lisa since I was nine, that was my new name. The new me. The
only name I used and if someone called me by my old name, a social
worker, or a doctor, or even one of the nuns, I'd scream at them. I'd
throw a fit and yell and tell them I was Lisa now. Nobody had called
me by that other name since my parents had died and this person,
Angela, she couldn't have known it. It was impossible unless she'd
seen my records and she hadn't. I felt that in my heart, like an awful
certainty. She knew my deepest secret.

"Shhh..." Angela kissed my bruised cheek even as I struggled to get away
from her. "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Who are you?" I was weak, just a child suddenly, and I would have
fallen if Angela weren't holding me tightly. I was crying, my tears
lost in the water running down my face.

"I'm the one who loves you." The woman whispered and she was kissing
me again, one arm around my tummy, the other moving up, her hand
finding my breast and then higher, to my face, turning me so she could
kiss my mouth.

I was dizzy and lost and I didn't resist as Angela's tongue caressed
my cut lip, pressing into my mouth. It was the softest kiss I ever
felt in my life, like a cloud inside me, warm and moist. I had my eyes
closed, afraid to look at her, and my own tongue moved only slowly,
more in reflex or instinct maybe, than anything else. I was dizzy and
confused, my world suddenly turned upside down by one simple word.

Angela moved us, so we were face to face, still kissing and my hands
had found their way to her back, clutching at her almost desperately.
I groaned when her teeth found my lip and she bit it painfully,
bringing her thigh up between my legs at the same time, pressing her
wet smooth skin against my sex. I tasted blood as she reopened the cut
and I was trembling while her lips sucked at the tiny wound.

I felt hot inside, the urgency burning within me as all the confusion
and excitement of the evening seemed to drown in the pleasure of
Angela's touch. She was holding my head and stroking my back, dragging
her long fingernails along my spine until she could cup my small round
butt. I felt her fingers moving between the cleft of my ass cheeks,
pressing me down against her thigh as she moved it, rubbing her warm
flesh back and forth against my pussy.

Her tongue delved once more into my mouth and I sucked on it this
time, tasting more strongly the blood she'd drawn from my lip. I was
breathing hard, sharing breath, and my heart beat frantically in my
breast. I couldn't help but move against her, sliding my aching
nipples against her body, feeling them catch and tug and pull free. My
sex too was burning with a fire all its own, the muscles inside
clasping around the emptiness that felt almost torturous. My small
clit was hard and throbbing against the pressure beneath it and I
rocked my hips, grinding myself against Angela's leg.

My tongue followed hers as it retreated from my mouth and I chased it
between her lips, across her teeth. I could feel them, hard and sharp
and pointed and it was a curious thing, another momentary confusion as
I felt the twin needles in her mouth, pointing down unlike anything
I'd ever experienced. I pressed my tongue against one of them and felt
a sudden flash of pain as my delicate flesh was pierced easily, her
tooth pricking me deeply.

Angela moaned and pulled me even tighter against her, one of her
fingers finding my anus and pushing inside. Blood seemed to pour from
my impaled tongue and the faint rusty taste washed across our lips. I
gasped as my cunt began to spasm, my ass clenching tightly around the
woman's finger as she wriggled it deep inside me. I was going to cum,
it was upon me like a great wave of pleasure, almost a relief as all
other thoughts were washed away.

I was only dimly aware of Angela's voice, telling me she loved me, and
then a cold sensation, not so much painful as it was just...cold. She
had her mouth on my neck and it seemed as if my heart were pumping
harder, fighting against some weight that I couldn't feel anyplace
else. My whole body seemed to throb beneath the deep resonance of my
pulse. It was in my head and along my spine, in my cunt, making my
body shrink and swell in Angela's arms.

I could smell blood and her mouth was cold, like ice upon my skin, and
my life was flowing between her lips. I could see nothing but the dim
white ceiling above me, the fog of steam moving like clouds around us.
It was raining and I was cumming and dying in the clouds. It was
beautiful and my heart was softer, fading away, so that all I could
hear was the sound of water and the soft wet suction of Angela's mouth
on my skin. She was moving as well, her arms tightening and relaxing
in a slow rhythm with my heart and the soft swallowing of my blood.

She was killing me and I didn't care. I was drugged, or sleeping, or
just confused. I couldn't resist her. The word vampire was in my head
someplace and that seemed silly to me, even as the woman drank my
blood. There are no vampires, the only monster is the one inside. This
was something else, something different and real, not imagined. But
any explanation my feverish mind may have conjured was lost to another
orgasm. We hadn't stopped moving, the fires had not died away, and now
my heart was slow and barely there, even though I was desperate for
air. My blood was thin and the sensation of my entire body crying out
for the little I had was unbearable and then it was mercifully dark.

"You have to drink..." I was weak and dying and the words made little
sense to me. "...take it now....drink"

I was on something soft, no longer wet, but so cold. Everything was
cold and my fingers tingled, my toes were numb. I could barely move
and I didn't want to. I didn't even want to open my eyes. I wanted to
sleep and I tried to tell her that.

"No..." She said. "...no sleep..."

I felt something against my mouth, wet and firm. It was her wrist,
she'd opened a vein and pressed the bleeding gash to my mouth, forcing
my jaws apart with her other hand. It flowed over my tongue, filling
my mouth until I had to swallow, coughing so that crimson fluid
spilled out like a small eruption, red running across my face.

"More...You have to drink..."

I couldn't hear my heart anymore and I wondered if I was dead. But I
couldn't drink if I was dead. I couldn't listen to Angela if I was
dead. So maybe I was just almost dead, or maybe I was dreaming all of
this. Or maybe this was heaven or hell. If I was dead, God wasn't in
me anymore, was he? That thought was a good one and I smiled, feeling
the wetness running from the corners of my mouth. I wanted to be dead
and I hoped I was.

"No, open up..."

I did drink. I had no choice, Angela wouldn't allow me to do otherwise
and I felt it in my stomach, warm and feeding me. My hands stopped
tingling and I could wiggle my toes, but my heart wouldn't start and
the only time my lungs moved was when I wanted them to, when I thought
about it. That was so strange I almost laughed. I was dead, drinking
blood and God wasn't in me at all. I was crazy. I was in a room
someplace, I was sure, sitting in a corner in a straightjacket,
drooling and smiling and oh, what a dream.

"Sleep now..." Angela was next to me, binding her wrist and looking
pale, but smiling still. She held me in her arms, pulling the blankets
up around us. "I love you...don't die on me."

"Mmmm..." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, understanding none of
this at all.


end of Part Three

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Continued in Part Four

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