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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 nine parts, beginning with "Runaway
Dream Intro" before reading this ninth part of the story.


The Runaway Dream
by rache

Chapter 9 - Dissonance

"The world is the mirror of myself dying." - Henry Miller



"There's someone here." I said.

"I know." Angela was taking a bath, while I'd been resting, just being
lazy really, and talking with Carrie in her bed.

"Who is it?" I asked, frowning a little.

My power to sense other vampires was growing, but still weak. I had no
real idea how near or far this other one was, or what the creature's
purpose might be. But I didn't believe in coincidence, this other
vampire, whoever it was would have come to Sacramento for only one
reason. To find us.

"I don't know." Angela massaged her breasts, playing with her brown
nipples and she stretched out her left leg, placing her heel on the
porcelain edge of the tub.

"Are we safe?" I asked, because that's what I was worried about, and
had been ever since I'd killed that boy in Oregon.

"Take a bath with me, come here..." Angela held out her left hand and I
hesitated, but only briefly.

We hadn't been close the past few days, or I hadn't felt close to
Angela anyway, but she'd been with me as always. She'd taken care of
me, worried over me, and smiled at my budding relationship with
Carrie. It didn't make her jealous at all; she understood my need to
have the young woman, just as Angela needed Petra. A human would never
come between us.

But a dream could.

A memory could. That was always in my head and it tempered what
feelings I had for the vampire who had made me. I'd loved her blindly
for a short while, a few months, but now I wasn't sure how I felt, and
I wouldn't know until I had the truth from her own lips. Angela had
killed my parents, ruined my life, and now I was taking off my
panties, small blue ones that had belonged to Carrie's dead roommate,
so that I could join Angela in her bath.

I sat between the woman's spread legs, with my back to her breasts and
my head against her shoulder. She caressed me gently, lovingly,
touching my small breasts first, squeezing them while she kissed my
hair and cheek.

"I love you so much, Lisa." Angela whispered and I merely sighed in
response.

Her hands moved across my flat tummy, stroking me there for a minute,
and then lower to find my sex beneath the warm water. Angela's fingers
split my labia, my 15 year old sex that would always remain just that
way, not a child's, but not a full grown woman's either. I was
unfinished, it seemed to me, and incomplete. Angela had taken that
away from me too.

But she enjoyed me that way, it was a selfish pleasure and so I
understood it. I was selfish myself and I didn't resent her for
turning me when she had, if I'd been Angela I might have done the same
thing. It was the law, as I understood it, as vampires lived it, the
law that said might makes right. The strong must dominate the weak.

I was the weaker, and much more so when I'd been a human girl, so
she'd taken me. There could be no argument with her there, and if I'd
extended that logic further, how could I blame her for my parents'
death? If Angela had killed them it was because she'd had the power
and the will to do it. If my father had been stronger they'd still be
alive...But I did blame her.

Angela made me gasp when her fingers entered me, curling between my
labia and into my cunt. I squirmed a little, because I was tight, even
for that small penetration, and then it was okay. She grabbed my
pussy, her middle and ring fingers inside me, her palm against my
little clit and she was pulling me like that, against her so that I'd
turn my head and let her kiss me.

I opened my mouth for her tongue, and I was Angela's 15 year old lover
once again, her little girl, being finger fucked in the bathtub and
sucking her wet pink tongue like a fluid cock. I could feel her
nipples rubbing my back, hard and erect and burning cold.

Carrie was there, in the doorway at first, watching us. A minute later
she was sitting on the toilet, naked like us, but different and human.
She was so pretty and she smelled so nice. Her scent, her blood and
the sound of her heart filled the room and made our sex better. I
could smell her cunt in the air, the scent of her arousal as Carrie
fingered herself, staring at us open mouthed and panting like a bitch
straining for cock.

She was mine, that was my thought and my joy, that girl I'd never have
to trick or persuade, and I liked the way she watched Angela fuck me.
Petra watched us as well, when we were home in Klamath, sitting at the
foot of our bed, jilling her clit while her Mistress and I fucked. Now
I had Carrie and I watched her while Angela kissed me. I should have
been happy, but I wasn't.

"How long..." I breathed, licking my lips. "...How long ago did you start
dreaming of me?"

"What?" Angela smiled at me.

"You said you dreamed of me." I was determined, right or wrong, this
was the place and time. I had to know what had happened and why.

"I did, yeah." Angela nodded and she sensed my mood, my seriousness.

"When?" I wasn't looking at her. I was leaning against her body still,
but staring blankly at the tiled wall.

"I don't know..." Angela was shrugging.

"Before or after my parents died?" I asked and my voice was soft.

"Why does it matter, Lisa?" She kissed me. "Isn't it enough that I
did?"

"It matters." I told her. "It matters to me."

"After." Angela sighed and I knew it was the truth.

"After." I nodded. "After you saw me that first time, huh?"

"What do you mean?" But she knew what I meant. Her fingers stopped,
her body tensed beneath me. She knew.

"I remember you." I turned my head then and looked at her, looked into
her dark blue eyes and I was changing.

"You remember what?"

My eyes were becoming red and feral, my teeth growing long and sharp
and my fingernails into razor talons. My dead heart was beating with a
will of its own, adrenaline rushing through my undead body. I lost all
pretenses at humanity and I was that thing, that creature Angela had
created, the vampire Carrie worshipped even as she sat there on her
toilet, staring at me with her fingers in her cunt.

"Everything." I sighed, like a soft growl. "You killed my parents."

"No. I didn't kill them." Angela was changing as well, the tension
between us had become palpable and my hair seemed to stand on end,
like the hackles of an angry she-wolf.

"Tell me then." And it took all of my strength to keep myself from
attacking her.

I so dearly wanted to just then, my muscles were taut and I was coiled
in her arms, even as she held me to her breasts. It was strange, being
that close, feeling her pressed against me, holding me, and the desire
to kill her was almost indistinguishable from the lust I might
otherwise feel. I had to will myself to speak with her, and that
restraint was a pleasure in itself, one I didn't completely
understand.

"I was feeding on a man." Angela said slowly. "Someone I'd found along
the road, a drifter..."

I was moving while she spoke, turning in her arms so that I could face
her and look into her crimson eyes. We were both changed now, turned
into our true selves, two vampires staring at each other.

"...we were in the middle of the road; it was accidental, even
incidental at the time." She ran her tongue over her lips, opening her
mouth so I could see her fangs.

"And then?" I watched her face, wishing to discern the truth of it.

"And a car was coming out of the fog, around the curve." Angela
shrugged. "I'd been feeding and distracted and suddenly it was
there."

"And you stood up." I nodded. "I saw you there, in the middle of the
road.

"I stood up." She nodded. "I stared at the car for a second and
jumped, it almost hit me, and I jumped out of the way and..."

"And we crashed." I sighed, knowing she spoke the truth; she couldn't
lie, not to me. I would have known and I was falling out of my anger.

"Your parents were dead." Angela didn't turn away, but her features
were softening as well, the threat receding. "I didn't murder them,
Lisa."

"And you saw me." I was a girl again, clothed in human features and my
heart grew still and my skin grew cold, the fire in my eyes dying.

"You were in the backseat, unconscious and bleeding and I could smell
you..." Angela reached out to touch my cheek. "...Not your blood, but your
soul. I could smell what you are, what you were always meant to be."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I shivered, lowering my gaze, dropping my
chin and staring at the water. "You should have told me you were
there."

"I didn't..." She shrugged. "...I didn't want you to be hurt, remembering
your parents that way."

Angela leaned forward; pulling me close to her and my legs went over
hers, around her waist as we met in the center of the tub. She was
loving me again, forgiving me with her kisses because she knew I'd
blamed her. For those few days I'd been suspicious and wary and
plotting my vengeance.

"I was going to kill you." I told her.

"I know." Angela almost smiled, perhaps because she believed I would
have failed. "I should have told you. I'm sorry."

"And afterwards..." I asked. "After the accident?"

"I dreamt of you at first. And I watched you. I was always close." She
did smile then. "So many nights, for so many years, Lisa, I watched
you sleep."

"Really?" I smiled softly, pressing my cheek to Angela's breast.

"Oh yes." She chuckled. "I left you small presents sometimes. I left
you that kitten, the small pink one."

"The stuffed one." I gasped as something long forgotten returned. "I
remember it."

"I was always there, waiting for you." Angela stroked my back,
cradling my head.

"My guardian angel." I nodded.

"That too." Angela sighed. "When you ran away from the orphanage...I
didn't sleep, I stayed with you."

"You did?" I looked up at her.

"There were people, men watching you." Angela sucked her lips,
remembering something unpleasant. "And you were so small then, just..."

"Thirteen." I nodded.

"Thirteen, yeah, and you had no idea." She laughed. "The world isn't
safe, it never has been and you were always out there, pushing it."

"Right to the end." I laughed, remembering that big man in the Lincoln...
Howard...and how he'd wanted to rape me, and leave me dead in the cold
desert night. Angela had saved me one last time then.

"Right to the end." Angela nodded.

"I'm sorry." I said softly and part of me, that lingering aspect that
was still human, wanted to cry.

"Don't be." Angela lifted my chin so she could see my eyes. "You have
nothing to be sorry for."

We kissed, lovers once more and I regretted doubting Angela the way I
had. It had been God's work, not hers, as I'd always known it to be.
He'd killed my parents and Angela had simply been his unwitting tool,
used by fate to destroy my life. I had that small satisfaction at
least, of knowing I'd been correct all along, that God was evil and
cruel and a cancer in my soul.

I hated him more than ever and my only real pleasure was knowing he
was absent from Angela, and Carrie and Petra, and I would find a way
to cut him out of me. I would be healed of him, I thought, somehow I
would be cured of him completely and knowing that Angela was blameless
in the death of my parents was a part of that. It excised a great
burden from my heart.

"A towel." I glanced at Carrie, who was waiting on us patiently.

She was much like Petra in that respect and I didn't really understand
it. Carrie had no aspiration beyond pleasing me, or so it seemed, and
even though I appreciated that, it seemed strange to me. I'd never
served anyone in my life. I'd fought authority as much as I could, and
run away from it when I couldn't. People like Carrie and her would-be
sister Petra, they confused me with their submissiveness.

I stood up as Carrie held the towel wide in her outstretched arms. She
was smiling at me and if she'd understood anything of my conversation
with Angela, she didn't show it. There was a connection between us
now, similar to what Angela must have shared with Petra, an empathy of
sorts, although metaphysics and all that stuff was never my strong
suit.

But I could feel her, Carrie's emotions, maybe even her thoughts in
some ways. I knew when she was happy, or sad, hungry or cold or any of
a thousand other things. I didn't even have to see her, I could feel
her through the walls, much as I could sense Angela, but it was
different than that. I could call her with a thought, wish her to come
to me and a moment later Carrie would appear, anxious and willing to
do whatever it was I required.

It was kind of spoiling me, but I liked it, and the relationship only
grew stronger day by day.

"What are we going to do about the other one?" I asked Angela.

I was dressing in the dead roommate's clothes, which were only a
little too large for me but I liked the girl's taste. She hadn't been
quite as Goth as Carrie, apparently, more punkish and I pulled on some
red tights, which were almost outrageously sexy in some strange way.
They were torn in places, ripped in the left thigh, for example, and
at the left ankle, and I tore out the crotch myself.

"We'll have to find her." Angela nodded.

"You know it's a her?" I asked, feeling a little envious because I
could barely sense the other vampire's presence at all, and nothing
close to specifics like the creature's sex.

"She's weak." Angela nodded.

"What does that mean?" I was pulling on a skirt made of something
stretchy that really hugged my ass tight. It was like wearing shorts
more than a skirt.

"She belongs to someone." Angela frowned. "Whoever she is, she
shouldn't be alone. She's too young."

"Do you think she is?" I pulled a black t-shirt over my head, it had
the words "Got Blood?" over the breasts, written in crimson and it was
Carrie's. I'd laughed when she'd shown it to me.

"Yeah." Angela nodded. "She's alone. She came from San Francisco,
she's Michel's new toy and he won't leave that city."

"Michel?" I giggled, "What kind of name is that?"

"French." Angela grinned at me. "What? You think all vampires are
American? Most of us were turned before anyone even knew the place
existed."

"I guess." I shrugged, but I really had figured most of them were
American. I had to remind myself that Angela wasn't American, she was
French too.

"Do you know him?" I asked, waiting for Angela to finish dressing.
"That Michel guy?"

"I know him." Angela nodded. "He's evil."

"Evil." I laughed and Carrie smiled into my eyes. "Like me?"

"You're not evil." Angela tugged her jeans up her thighs, looking down
as she buttoned them closed. "You're just bad!"

"Heh!" I stuck out my tongue.

I was excited at the prospect of hunting another vampire, even a new
one, a weak one. It was new and interesting and I didn't know if we'd
have to kill her or not, but it wouldn't bother me if we did. The idea
that Angela or I could be in any sort of danger didn't even occur to
me. I wasn't terribly strong myself, but I was healthy again,
completely healed from being shot by that cop. And Angela was very
strong, I knew, she was old and smart and cunning. Angela would
protect me; I had little doubt of that.

"Be careful, Mistress." Carrie embraced me and I smiled up at her, as
she was some few inches taller than me.

"I'll be okay." I shrugged and I felt a little self-conscious having
someone actually care about me like that. "How do I look?"

"Beautiful." She smiled and she was clean and pink and naked and I
suddenly desired the girl just then, but that was my excitement.

I'd half expected Angela to try and exclude me from the hunt, but she
probably realized that I wouldn't have been able to sit in that small
apartment waiting. That and the fact that this was a vampire we were
looking for, something far more dangerous than a mere human would be
and there could be no such thing as being too cautious in our
approach.

"Prepare your things." Angela told Carrie. "We'll remain here through
the day and leave after sunset tomorrow."

"I'll be glad to get home." I agreed and Angela nodded. Neither of us
liked Sacramento very much and we'd been here three days already.

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

Angela was able to move quickly over large distances, something I'd
been trying to learn and practice, but with only a little success. I
could move a few dozen feet, across a large room, or across a street
for example, in the blink of an eye. It wasn't so difficult, but I
needed to see where I was going.

It was something like teleportation, I guess, but different as well.
It wasn't instantaneous, merely moving extremely fast, and Angela
could do it for several miles at a time if she wished, although it
used a lot of energy. She had to be well fed and rested before and
after using that ability to any great extent.

And so the first thing we would do was feed, although neither of us
were particularly hungry at the moment. It was rather a form of
preparation, as Angela explained it, fresh blood would make us as
strong as possible and we had to assume that the vampire we were
looking for would be ready for us, because if she wasn't she would be
foolish indeed.

Angela suspected that Michel had sent her to find out why we were so
close to him and his beloved San Francisco. He'd know Angela, being
able to sense her as easily as she sensed him, and Michel would want
to know what we were doing and why. He'd also want to know about me,
since I was new and therefore something unpredictable.

So Angela thought it more likely that we wouldn't have any conflict at
all, or at least not a fight to death. Vampires had their cities,
their territories, and those were protected jealously. For Angela and
me that was Klamath and by extension Portland, and any vampire
venturing there would almost surely be killed. Just as we could expect
Michel to kill us if we were to go to San Francisco, it was simply in
our nature.

But in between those places, those territories, it was neutral ground.
Sacramento was open to any vampire who wished to move through it and
there was no reason to kill or die for such a place.

There were other possibilities too, Angela explained to me as we
walked through a nearby park. There were vampires without homes or
permanent lairs, nomads as they were called, and they moved as they
desired. They were very few however and very old, most of them, old
enough and powerful enough that they had very little to fear, even
from their own kind...So long as they were cautious. Such vampires were
even welcome, within reason, for they often had news and information
useful to others of their kind.

It all seemed rather complicated to me and I didn't understand it
completely, but I didn't doubt the truth of what Angela was telling
me. There was far more to the universe than I'd ever imagined and
vampires were just a small part of a greater whole. The unwritten laws
which governed our kind had been in place for thousands of years and
maybe the original reasons had been lost or confused through the ages,
but they were permanent all the same and we had little choice but to
live by them.

Or die by them, as the case may be.

"Fags?" I wrinkled my nose and Angela laughed at me.

I was sitting on a park bench, or squatting on it I should say,
balanced on the upright back of the thing like a vulture. Angela was
standing near me and this was evidently the local pick-up spot for gay
men. There was a public restroom nearby, a picnic area near the banks
of the Sacramento River. A playground and basketball court as well,
and a number of men moving about, or sitting down and hanging out.

"Blood is blood." Angela shrugged. "You won't catch anything, don't
worry."

"What about cooties?" I giggled, and it wasn't that I cared about
queers at all, I was completely lesbian myself. I just didn't like men
very much, I couldn't get off feeding on a man the way I could with
another girl.

"Sorry." Angela laughed at me and pointed at a guy, all of sixty feet
away maybe, leaning against a leafless tree and smoking. "Take him,
I'll watch."

"Okay." I sighed and if nothing else it would give me a chance to
practice moving.

I looked at him, the night seeming bright as daylight to my eyes and I
picked my spot, visualized it and arranged my thoughts, if you will,
formed a pattern in my mind as if working a specific and rarely used
muscle. I hopped off the bench gracefully, changing even as I moved,
and I took a step towards him.

The world was like a blur, just for a moment, a split second, and by
the time I'd finished that one step I was just a few feet behind him,
the world coming to a sudden stop that always left me just a little
dizzy. That was the hardest part for me, stepping out of that
whirlwind and slowing myself back down.

"What the..." He caught me out of the corner of his eye and turned his
head to see me, a young punk girl stepping out of thin air.

"Love me..." I whispered and that was my power, my strength. Angela
would have had to touch him and spend quite a lot of willpower to
dominate even this simple man, but for me it required less effort than
breathing. I doubted he'd even heard my voice, he didn't need to.

"Yes." He smiled and inside he was confused maybe, part of him
wondering why he wasn't running, or screaming for help, that small bit
of his ego that remained his.

He lifted his chin for me, presenting me with his throat. It was rough
with hair, a few days worth of scrappy beard and he smelled of old
cigarettes and alcohol. He smelled like a man and I didn't enjoy it,
but I took him, piercing his carotid neatly, almost surgically as
there was no resistance from him.

I drank his life at a leisurely pace, holding him close and it was
sexual, there was no denying that. Neither of us would have found the
other attractive or desirable in life. He was a gay man and I was
queer as a three dollar bill, but in death I felt his cock harden
against my belly and my nipples grew erect against his chest.

We lay on the cool earth, him on his back and I straddled him, nursing
from the wound on his neck and humping my damp sex against the lump in
his jeans. He wouldn't stay hard for long, his blood pressure was
dropping fast and already his eyelids fluttered, his skin growing
milky as I gorged my belly on his blood.

And at the last moment I was cruel, for no other reason than he was a
man and I detested his sex. I lifted my mouth and released him
completely, urging his mind to awaken from the spell he'd been under
and I watched as his features changed from pleasure to horror. He was
dying, already dead in fact, and just now realizing it at the very
end. He opened his mouth as if he might scream, but he had no strength
for that and I bit him again, on the other side of his neck, tearing
into his jugular violently.

I wanted him to feel pain before he died, just in case God felt it
too.

I left the man where he lay, walking slowly back to Angela, wiping at
the blood around my lips and licking my fingers clean. I'd been
careful, for the most part, and I'd made very little mess. Opening his
vein had spilled some blood on my face, but he'd been so close to
death by then that there had been very little of that fluid in any
event.

"Your turn." I breathed, feeling a desire for Angela and I rubbed my
cunt briefly as I looked at her.

"Next time we'll find a lesbian park." She teased me, knowing I wasn't
completely happy.

"Yeah." I rolled my eyes.

Angela preferred feeding on men, although she was as gay as I was. She
loved women, or so she'd tried to explain to me once, and so she
didn't want to kill them if she didn't have to. But that wasn't a hard
and fast rule either. She'd murdered an entire convent full of women
once. Perhaps that memory tempered her hunger.

I contented myself with sitting on the park bench, watching the men
drifting lazily by. Angela had taken a man close to the river and they
were huddled together like lovers. They'd be unnoticed by a human's
weak senses, but I could see them, smell their mutual arousal and
Angela was drinking him slowly.

A man walked close to me, cruising me as he probably thought I was a
boy at first, but once he was close enough to see me plainly he turned
away. I had a vague urge to kill him, but that would be murder. I was
full of blood already, gorged with it and I had no use for any more. I
felt good, powerful and immortal, and the dead fag's blood was hot in
my veins.

"Kiss me..." Angela was beside me suddenly, smiling and pink and flush
with life. Her eyes glowed crimson and her hair was thick and wild.

I wrapped my arms around the woman and gave Angela my mouth, feeling
her tongue filling me and it was what we needed. Just that long deep
kiss because we'd been feeding and it had to be shared, the passions
it provoked. I wanted to fuck her.

"She's downtown. That way." Angela turned her head towards the river
and beyond it, to the modest Sacramento skyline a few miles away.

"Let's go." I giggled, licking my lips and suddenly realizing that the
only vampire I knew was Angela.

That was a strange thought. The world was full of us, or if not full,
then at least home to more than a few. And now Angela and I were going
in search of one, perhaps to kill her, or maybe just to talk, but
either way this stranger would be the first vampire I'd meet who
wouldn't have known me as a human.

Was there meaning in that, I wondered, or was it pointless? I felt as
if there were secrets around me, or inside me, that I could almost
grasp, but not quite. I had a sense of some significance, but only
dimly and I had to push it out of my mind. We were moving slowly, just
walking along the river towards a pedestrian bridge. Angela wanted to
conserve her strength and we weren't far from the other, just a mile,
maybe two, and it was boring and exciting all at once.

"Do you think she can sense us?" I asked Angela, just for something to
say.

"Yeah." Angela nodded and we were walking silently across the bridge
now, like ghosts in the moonlight, undisguised and malevolent to
anyone who might see us, but the bridge was empty.

"She'll be frightened." I thought, because I would be.

"Maybe, you don't know." Angela was focused, answering me absently.
"She's young so her senses are weaker than yours, maybe, but she'll
have some abilities. We all do."

"I might be able to control her." I smiled at the thought. "If she's
really new. Do you think?"

"No." Angela giggled softly. "She'll resist you, but it'll slow her
down, maybe."

"And you'll take her." I nodded, thinking we had a plan.

"We need to talk to her." Angela told me. "We've attracted a lot of
attention and it won't be appreciated by some of the others."

"What do you mean?" We were leaving the bridge, walking through the
city now, closed shops mostly, but a few of them open. Gas stations
and Seven-Elevens, that sort of thing. I felt at home there as we
passed a bar and then a tattoo parlor, a massage parlor and an empty
warehouse.

"It's a great secret." Angela said slowly, taking her time as she
explained. "That vampires exist. Some people know, a select few and
they hunt us, sometimes, and protect us at others...It depends on the
circumstances."

"Like what?" I struggled to understand her. "The government knows?"

"No, not really." Angela shook her head. "It's a religious thing, more
than a government thing. Western religions. The Jews, the Catholics,
even the Moslems, they know. But not all of them, like I said, it's a
secret. So there's a few individuals watching and doing what they have
to..."

"I don't understand." I watched a police car drive slowly by, but it
didn't stop.

"You don't have to." Angela smiled at me. "Just know that if we leave
a lot of bodies laying around, someone is going to notice and do
something about it."

"We've left a lot of bodies, huh." I sighed and it wasn't a question
at all.

"Two more tonight." Angela shrugged. "After tomorrow we have to
disappear."

"Yeah." I nodded, knowing that was true as soon as Angela said it.

Somebody somewhere wouldn't be happy about all the killing we'd been
doing, especially since we weren't going to any great lengths to hide
the bodies the way we usually did. The two we'd just killed were
floating in the river, but they'd be found in a day or two and more
evidence would be gathered. I felt like a criminal.

"She's in there." Angela stopped and gestured at a large building
across the street. It had a sign that said 'R. Gordon Federal
Building' and I wondered why a vampire would be in there.


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end of part nine

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