Blood Lust- Pt 4
Blood Lust- Pt 4
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
The doorbell rang and moments later Jeremy opened the door; his eyes like deep pools filled with excitement and expectation. Without words Tara fell into his arms and they kissed, the door kicked closed behind them as they awkwardly shuffled forward, entwined.
Tara felt that rush of excitement just before feeding and before becoming lost in it pulled back, trying to channel the urge into pure lust. Her body trembled, the fire in her inexhaustible. While Jeremy unzipped the back of her blouse, she tore open his shirt, buttons flying. He mumbled in shock at the ferocity, but it was smothered by a searching tongue and her soft sensuous lips.
When they’d reached the bedroom they were both almost naked, and parted just enough to tear off remaining underclothes. Tara pushed him onto the bed and leapt on top of him, her voluptuous body heaving with power. As she slid onto him he groaned with pleasure and her rhythmic pelvic gyrations sent him into semi-consciousness.
She looked down at his neck and yearned, feeling the pulsing blood beneath her, that carnal drive pleading with her to take him, to suck him dry. But she relented, the sexual pleasure taking her. Sweat beaded on her soft flesh as she pounded him relentlessly, her rhythm increasing, back and forth, pressing down like a soft wet pillow above him.
Jeremy was barely conscious, groaning in ecstasy, his hands forward blindly exploring the contours of her plump succulent breasts. Tara’s fangs suddenly extended, much to her shock, and she tried to draw them back. But the pleasure had taken over and she struggled to restrain herself.
With an arched back and breath held tightly, Jeremy’s body climaxed, immersed in pure pleasure and release. Tara followed, holding her pelvis forward and hard down on him, extracting every sense in her being for this one moment of pure bliss.
From this perfect and razor-sharp ecstasy, Tara felt her body fly across the room and hit the glass doors of the wardrobe. Jeremy opened his eyes, feeling her remove herself, and was instantly rendered unconscious. Dazed and surrounded by shards of broken glass, Tara looked up and found Auden standing in front of her.
‘A human?’ he said with disdain.
‘I can explain....’
‘There’s nothing to explain, Tara. First you are careless and irresponsible with feeding, and now you prefer this weak, pathetic blood bag rather than your own kind. You disappoint me Tara. And you know I’m someone not to be disappointed.’
Tara struggled to her feet and wiped the hair from her face. ‘I love him,’ she explained.
‘And what happens in fifty years when he is old and rotting, will you still love him then?’
Auden walked across the room and peered out the glass doors of the balcony. ‘This is not your life, to be with a human. You know this; you’re not a child.’
Tara sat on the bed and placed her hand on Jeremy’s unconscious body. ‘I know it, but I can’t help my feelings. I don’t know what it is....I...I can’t help myself.’
Auden walked over and faced her. ‘This is not just your risk. You can’t possibly think this can work out in any way?’
‘I want to try,’ Tara replied. ‘I don’t want to be lonely anymore.’
‘Then you have to turn him. Maybe its time you were the maker.’
Tara turned and looked at Jeremy’s handsome face, his beautiful human face, so innocent and oblivious to what was happening around him.
‘He doesn’t know does he?'
‘I just couldn’t bring myself,’ she said. ‘Maybe it would be too much; at least that’s what I feared.’
Auden’s expression hardened a little. ‘Tara, you have too alternatives. You can turn him or feed; the choice is yours.’
‘No please, don’t kill him. Can’t we just leave him; I’ll disappear. Please Auden?’
Auden walked up and down silently for moment. ‘If he loves you, he won’t stop trying to find you. He’s human, they do anything for love.
‘So what’s it to be, turn or feed?’
Tara dropped to her knees. ‘Please Auden, I can't turn him, I can’t put him through what I went through, it just isn’t fair.’ She started sobbing.
‘Look at you, you’re turning weak, human. If you don’t turn him right now, I’ll suck him dry myself.’
‘Please Auden, don’t kill him, I’m begging you.’
Auden just stood there unflinchingly resolute, his eyes dark and hard. She knew she had no choice and this was all her fault. Tara rose to her feet and sat on the edge of the bed. She stroked Jeremy’s curly dark hair for a moment and then leaned forward, gently turning his head to the side.
‘Do it,’ demanded Auden.
‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered, as her fangs sunk deeply into his neck. Jeremy immediately became conscious and not understanding what was happening struggled violently, shouting and writhing around on the bed. But Tara’s strength was immeasurable, pinning him down, he unable to do anything to stop this violation.
Jeremy realised quickly that it was Tara on top of him, and as he felt his body become weaker, he began to call her name. She immediately stopped and looked into his eyes, blood dripping from her mouth.
‘I don’t understand,’ he said, in shock, confused.
Tara bit her wrist and held it over Jeremy’s mouth. ‘Drink; just trust me,’ she whispered.
As the first few drops of blood found his mouth and the life-filled liquid immersed his tongue, he slipped away and rolled off the bed. ‘What the fuck are you doing,’ he shouted.
Tara had him up against the wall, her wrist over his mouth. ‘Drink and everything will be alright,’ she said, tears rolling down her face.
Jeremy’s eyes were wide as he gulped, Tara’s pleading eyes distracting him from this nightmare. Moments later she stepped back, the deed done and looked deeply into his eyes. They were filled with confusion.
‘This can’t be happening,’ he said, as the first stage of turning took hold. He bent over, the pain and cramps tearing at him. ‘What have you done?’
‘We can be together now,’ she explained. ‘We can be together always.’
He fell to the ground, hunched up in agonising pain. ‘Like this?’ he groaned. ‘You’ve got to be joking.’
Tara went to him, but he pushed her away. ‘I’d rather be dead,’ he spat. ‘Get the fuck away from me.’
Tara looked at Auden who stood there with a blank expression. She began to realise he was right.
Without warning Jeremy struggled to his feet and ran at the balcony door. The glass shattered into a million shards, slicing through his flesh as he passed through it. As if in slow-motion his body twisted and turned until it hit the balcony rail, and then toppled over it falling three floors to the street below.
‘Noooooo!’ Tara shouted, her tears turning to blood as she fell to the floor.
Auden walked slowly to the balcony and looked over the edge. Jeremy lay twisted in a pool of what was left of his blood. ’Shit! he said, as people began to gather.
‘We have to get out of here.’
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