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Subject: {ASSM} Runaway Dream Ch.3 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 three parts, "Runaway Dream Intro" and
"Runaway Dream Ch.1" and "Runaway Dream Ch.2" before reading this
third part of the story.


The Runaway Dream
by rache

Chapter 3 - Awakenings

"Birth was the death of him" - Samuel Beckett

The sunlight hurt my eyes, even the very little escaping from the
drawn curtains. Just a slender fissure and I turned weakly away from
it. I felt tired and empty inside, not so much hungry as just...empty.
My skin was cold and clammy and it seemed to crawl across my flesh. I
trembled and wondered if this were the DT's. I hadn't fixed since I'd
seen Vin and I had no idea how long ago that had been.

I didn't think I was really addicted, but I could have been. I'd done
that shit on and off for three years, basically every chance I got,
but that wasn't every day, or even every week. I'd never had the
insatiable craving I'd seen in some of the whores walking Pike Street
after midnight. And did I want it now? I didn't know. I wanted
something though, I had to have something, and I pulled the sheet over
my head trying to figure out what it was.

She'd bitten me.

How had I forgotten that? I jerked upright, ignoring the shaft of
light as it burned my eyes. I looked around the room, looking for her.
For the woman who knew my real name. I'd forgotten that too. But it
was coming back to me. Making love to her, letting her hold me,
feeling her teeth on my neck.

I ran to the mirror on shaky legs. It was like my whole body was
asleep. I tingled with pins and needles and I almost fell, but I
didn't, and I leaned on the sink, staring in the dim light. There was
nothing there. No reflection of myself and I blinked, reaching for the
light switch. There was still nothing and I reached my hand to the
glass, touching it, but there was nothing there. Only the room behind
me.

"Strange, isn't it?" Angela's voice made me jump. She was standing
behind me, invisible in the mirror like I was. "There's no scientific
explanation." She shrugged. "But then again, I've never looked very
hard for one either."

"What did you do to me?" I whispered, wanting to sit down, but
unwilling to move. I just stared at the empty mirror.

"Come back to bed." The woman said softly, reaching out to touch my
shoulder and I jerked, but didn't pull away. "It's too early for us,
especially for you."

"For me." I repeated dully, rolling my head on my shoulders. "Am I
dead?" I turned to look at her finally and I thought I might cry. I
wanted to, not for any real specific reason, but just because I was so
confused, so frightened. "Am I dead?"

"You were dead." Angela looked into my eyes, pulling me to her breasts
in a tender hug. She smoothed my hair and kissed my cheek. "You were
dead for a long time."

We went to bed and we made love with our mouths. Just kissing beneath
the sheet, in that comforting shadow. My hands moved along her smooth
back, tracing the length of her spine while Angela did much the same
with me. Our legs were entwined and I hunched my sex against her
thigh, grinding myself as the fear gave way to passion and the two
emotions were so similar as to be indistinct. I couldn't tell where
one ended and the other began.

When I bent my mouth to her nipple, Angela cautioned me gently and I
realized that I'd bitten her without thinking. I tasted her blood and
it was surprisingly cool and almost bitter. I lifted my face and ran
my tongue along my teeth, surprised to find that I had needle-like
fangs, long and sharp, unbelievably sharp and I cut myself on them,
drawing blood from my tongue.

And that blood, it made my shudder and I pressed myself closer to the
woman. It was almost what I wanted, I thought, but not quite. It was...
wrong somehow. It was like some newfound instinct was rising within
me. I buried my face between Angela's breasts while she squeezed my
ass, pulling me against her thigh. She was rocking me gently, kissing
the top of my head.

"You're hungry, I know." She whispered. "You have to wait until dark,
then we'll go."

"It hurts." I said, clinging to the woman.

"I know."

=-=-=-=-=

Nightfall came slowly, much too slowly for me. I had some small
memories of Christmas as a child, before my parents had died, and I'd
tried to forget them. I'd tried to forget everything about my life up
to that day, but now they were back. This waiting for the sun to go
down reminded me of waiting for Christmas. I felt that same edge of
excitement, cutting my patience to shreds. It was torture and I wished
I could sleep.

Angela had gone to sleep, holding me and smiling peacefully. She
didn't move, not even to breathe, just as she'd been in the car in
that parking garage. Her skin was cool, although she'd been warm
enough during our sex. My own breathing was slow and deliberate
seeming and I'd experimented, holding my breath, and found I could do
it as long as I desired. That was weird.

My heart was beating, very slowly, but at least it was. I tried to
make it stop, trying to find the nerves that controlled it, like
feeling inside for the muscle, but I couldn't. That kept me busy for
all of ten minutes, exploring my body with my mind. Every now and then
I'd peek my head from under the covers and see the window was still
glowing brightly behind the drapes, and I'd sigh and frown and close
my eyes.

I did sleep, a little finally and when I awoke it was from Angela's
kisses on my cheek. She was dressed already, in soft well-worn jeans
that hugged her thighs and hips, and a white halter top without a bra,
so that her nipples showed dully through the material. She'd brushed
her hair and put on make-up and for a brief second I was afraid she
was leaving me.

"I'm going to find you something to eat." She stroked my hair. "I'll
be back soon, I promise. Just wait for me, wait here."

"Let me go with you." I begged, but she shook her head.

"It's better this way, you're still weak...I'll be back soon." She
kissed me, carefully so she wouldn't smudge her lipstick and I huddled
on the bed watching her leave.

I'd just finished a shower, a long hot one, finding that as hot as the
water could get, it wasn't enough. I felt cold inside, all the way
down into my bones and my stomach ached, twisting painfully as felt
that hunger growing. It was a cruel thing and my instincts were
telling me it was time...Time to do...something. I wasn't sure exactly
what, but I had a vague idea. I mean it seemed obvious, if I really
were a vampire.

A vampire. I'd avoided the word but it was out now and I even said it
aloud, wondering how Angela had done her make-up without a mirror. I'd
gone to the sink and reached for Angela's hairbrush before I realized
I couldn't see myself. That made me giggle, but it wasn't a truly
happy sound. Just frustration as much as anything else and I stood
there, brushing my hair from memory when the door opened.

They were laughing softly, Angela and someone else, a man. He was
saying something, speaking softly into Angela's ear and I could hear
it plainly, although I was on the far side of the room. He wanted to
fuck her bad, that's what he'd said, and I could smell the alcohol on
him suddenly. He was a little drunk and he had his hands on Angela's
hips and he wanted to fuck her. She giggled and stepped aside, closing
the door behind them.

I'd stopped breathing and I felt it, the heat rising inside me. A
burning that started way down deep in my belly. I hated that man,
immediately and so completely that I couldn't think straight. I could
smell him. I could feel his presence, the way he filled the room
suddenly. I stared at him and I could see him almost glowing with a
warm golden aura. He was alive. I could hear his heart beating so much
quicker than mine, and the soft rasping rattle of his lungs as they
drew air into his body.

I felt the hair on the back of my neck standing up, my lips curled of
their own accord, and my body tensed flush with excitement. I'd felt
like this before, but never so strongly. When I'd stabbed that black
guy, when I'd understood that I'd have to fight for my life with the
guy in the car. I'd felt the adrenaline rush, the desire to hurt and
kill another person. But this...It was unbearable and even as the man
became aware of my presence, I was already flying at him.

My fingers had become claws, talons with dagger nails, and I gripped
him by the shoulders, piercing his shirt and then his skin. My mouth
went for his throat, without thinking, without effort, It just
happened. I wasn't even on my feet anymore, I'd launched myself and we
were falling backward. I closed my mouth on his neck and bit him hard,
shaking my head from side to side, opening a frightful gash.

We hit the door just recently closed and the man was flailing at me,
his hands pushing against me and he wanted to scream, but there was
only a wet bubbling sound. I'd torn through his larynx and found his
carotid artery, severing it easily in those first few seconds. We were
still falling, the man's head slamming into the door and then his body
sliding to the floor with me on top of him, when I clamped my hungry
mouth over the fountain of blood.

I drank him eagerly, sucking hard, although that was hardly necessary.
He was dying quickly and his heart was pumping fast, but growing
weaker. His hands had been pushing against me, but he'd never been
strong enough and now they fell to his sides, the fingers twitching
slightly as I consumed his life. It filled me, my stomach becoming fat
and bloated with his blood. It was sweet and warm, unlike mine or
Angela's, his was alive.

My heart was pounding and my body felt on fire. I felt my cunt spasm
with orgasm, making my head spin. I was cumming, just from killing
this man, from feeding on him while he quickly died. I was squeezing
him, pressing my body against his, my legs spread so that I could rub
my sex against his prostrate form. I drank and drank and I didn't even
pull away when I felt Angela beside me, naked now, her hands on my
body, caressing me. She fingered my pussy from behind, pumping my
clasping cunt quickly so that I came again, spilling my juices across
her hand.

And she kissed me, finally turning my face to hers, Angela kissed me
hard, her tongue playing in the blood of that dead man she'd brought
home for me. She licked my face and kissed my eyes and dipped her
mouth to the gaping hole of ragged flesh that had been the man's
throat. She sucked noisily at what was left of his blood. I'd wasted a
lot of it, I knew, the man's clothes were soaked, and there was blood
on the walls and even the ceiling. A large stain on the carpet, and of
course my body was covered with it.

"I killed him." I sat back, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand and
smiling. I felt high as a kit right then, like I'd jacked the best
dope ever.

"Yes, you did." Angela nodded. She was calm, her eyes soft and warm.
She had blood on her face and neck, and on her breasts from hugging
me.

I was breathing hard, but more from my own expectations than any real
need on my body's part. My heart was pumping hard too, and I felt
strong and invigorated. I could have run a marathon right then, lifted
a thousand pounds. I felt invincible and it was intoxicating. I felt
giddy and I laughed, looking at Angela and suddenly wanting her so
badly it hurt.

She let me take her, leaning back next to that dead man with her legs
spread, fingers in my hair, urging me to lick your pussy. I pressed my
tongue inside her, tasting her already wet and tangy sweet. She moved
her hips, hunching her sex against my face and I fucked her pussy
urgently, wanting to make her cum for me as quickly and often as I
could. I wanted to drink her as well, to mix her orgasm with the blood
in my tummy.

I held onto Angela's thighs, and lay across the man's legs, rubbing my
own cunt against him, grinding myself to another orgasm while I
suckled gently at Angela's stiff clit. She did cum for me, several
times, moaning and pressing her legs against my cheeks. I bathed my
face in her juices, swallowing and pushing a finger inside to feel the
tightness there, her cuntal walls trembling around me.

When she'd had enough, after several good cums, Angela brought me to
her breasts and we kissed for a long while.

"Is it always like this?" I asked her.

Angela laughed softly, cradling me in her strong arms. "Sometimes. The
first time is always the best though." She kissed my hair. "You'll
never be so hungry as were tonight."

I thought about that for a moment. "I don't know if that's good or
bad." I said finally, tilting my head to look into her face.

"Me neither." She laughed again and this time kissed me on the lips.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Do you have everything? Double check." Angela told me. We'd washed
and packed and now, barely two hours after killing that man, we were
ready to leave.

"What about him?" I asked, looking at the man, still slumped against
the door.

Angela grabbed him by the heel of his boot, which was probably the one
part of him not covered with blood, and dragged the body a few feet
further into the room. He wasn't overly large, but even so Angela had
moved him easily and I wondered at her strength. Mine too. I'd
surprised him, certainly, but even if he'd been prepared, I seriously
doubted he could have put up much of a fight.

"We leave him." Angela frowned, but just a little. "This isn't usually
how we do it."

"How do we do it?" I asked, but Angela wasn't going to take the time
to explain anything right then. We had to put some distance between
ourselves and that motel room.

She hung the 'Do not disturb' sign on the door and pulled it closed. I
looked around for a moment, shocked at what I saw. The motel lights
were bright, very bright, so that I almost had to shield my eyes
against them. The rest of the night was perfectly suited to my eyes as
they'd quickly adjusted. I could see everything! It was like daylight,
except better somehow. The world had an odd color, or not any color at
all, I should say. It was pale and beautiful, as if the light from the
moon and stars had been amplified a million times. I could see the
desert around us and a hundred yards off I saw a coyote sitting on
it's haunches near a cactus. No one could have seen that, not without
help. But I could.

"Wow." I said, feeling suddenly like Supergirl or something.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Angela smiled at me.

"Can I fly too?" I asked her as we walked towards her car.

She laughed at that. "No." She shook her head. ""But we can do other
things...." Without warning Angela disappeared, or seemed to, but she'd
just moved about a dozen feet in the blink of an eye so that she was
suddenly standing next to the car waiting for me. "...almost as good."

"How did you do that?" I asked, genuinely impressed.

"I don't know." She shrugged playfully. "I just wanted to. You can do
it too, you'll see."

"This is so weird." I shook my head.

=-=-=-=-=-=

"How long have you been a..."

"Vampire?" Angela was driving very fast with the headlights off. We
were on some unpaved county road, cutting across the desert night like
a small storm, leaving a broad wake of dust behind us.

"Yeah." I licked my lips. "A vampire."

I was sitting sideways on the seat, knees up with my bare toes playing
against Angela's hip. I'd lit a cigarette and I smoked it slowly,
feeling curious because I hadn't wanted it at all.  I didn't know if
that was because I'd changed, or because I'd slept for nearly a week,
half-dead and barely conscious in that motel room. It hadn't seemed
that long, but Angela had told me time meant very little during the
turning. She'd gone out and fed and come back to feed me from her
swollen veins, like a mother bird regurgitating for her young. I
remembered none of it.

"Forever." She shrugged. "I was living in France, a long, long time
ago. In a convent." She smiled at me. "I never had much use for men."

"Me neither." I giggled and thought about the man in the motel room.
"Until now."

She smiled at my little joke.

"So you were a nun?" I asked her, wanting Angela to continue.

"Not really, I was more like a lay sister, a postulant." She glanced
at me. "I just liked being around other women."

"Okay." I could understand that.

"And then one night I had a visitor. I thought she was a witch at
first. I was very superstitious back then, everyone was. But she was
so beautiful and when she touched me..." Angela's voice grew soft and
she paused for a moment, thinking of that time and place while I
waited.

"...She fed on me, every night, but I didn't realize it. It was like a
dream. This woman would come to my room after everyone was asleep, how
she got into the convent I had no idea, and she would join me in my
bed."

"You loved her." I said, not feeling jealous or anything. If anything
it seemed rather sad, knowing this had happened a long time ago.

"Oh yes." Angela smiled at me. "Very much. When I finally realized
what she was I was terrified, of course. But I loved her and I begged
her to take me."

"To turn you into a vampire?"

Angela nodded. "I'd spent my whole life in that convent, praying and
trying to be good. I had feelings, wrong feelings for that time and
place, and I thought I was possessed." Angela sighed. "I was very
lonely then and I prayed that God would save me, but she found me
instead and..."

"What was her name?"

"Nephthys." Angela said. "She was dark and beautiful and she told me
she was the daughter of an Egyptian God."

"Was she?" I asked.

"I don't know." Angela said seriously, and then laughed. "She might
have been. There are vampires after all, and other things, so why not
gods too?"

I wanted to ask about the other things, but I let it go. I had the
feeling I could talk with Angela for a hundred years and still oly
have more questions by the end of it than I'd had at the beginning.

"She took me away, but not far, down into the sewers of the convent,
into the old cisterns which were dry that time of year. That was where
she'd been sleeping every day. She took us there and killed me..."

"Like you killed me."

"...and brought me back again."

"And then what happened?" I took a last drag on my cigarette and threw
it out the window behind me.

"And then we fed on my sisters." Angela pursed her lips. "We killed
them slowly, one by one until they were gone." She was looking
straight ahead, unsmiling. "Nephthys enjoyed it I think..." Angela
tilted her head slightly. "I did too."

"Really?" I wondered at that. "But they were your friends, weren't
they?"

"Yeah, some of them I was very close to." Angela looked at me, but she
wasn't apologizing. "I'd wanted them, some of them. The ones I loved.
And I couldn't have them, it was wrong. I couldn't even touch them and
so..."

"You killed them." I said.

"Yeah." Angela laughed humorlessly and moved on quickly. "We were
hunted for awhile, the local Bishop was understandably upset. I think
they burned a dozen innocent women for what we'd done, but we were
long gone by then. Anyway...It's boring."

Angela had grown tired of talking about herself, or maybe just
remembering her past, I wasn't sure which, but I respected it. We sat
in silence for a long while, driving through the night until we could
sense the impending dawn. The sky was brightening behind us and as if
knowing we were growing tired, fate offered us a place to rest in the
form of Newrock, Nevada, population less than 300, but that would be
plenty for us. Even one would have been enough.

"I can handle the sun, but you need to get inside." Angela was saying.
"You're body isn't strong enough yet."

"I don't think there's a motel in this town." I said, looking around
as we drove slowly through the middle of it.

There was a gas station and a few shops, just small stores selling
food and dry goods it looked like, and little else. Some old wooden
houses, a few mobile homes and trailers scattered about.

"I know where we're going." Angela assured me. "We'll be safe."


end of Part Four

========--- )-( ---========


Continued in Part Five

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