Part 8

Chapter Twenty-Two: A New Freedom

Lesley woke with a start confusion raced through her very soul. It must have been a dream, a nightmare even, had all of her sisters really perished? Moving her head gently she glanced around the still basement, and to her relief she could make out some familiar bodies in the dim light. Quietly she moved towards the nearest and spoke in a whisper.

"Trish, are you awake Trish?"

When no reply came she reached out a hand to the sleeping girls shoulder, it was so cold to the touch. Gently she shook Trish in an attempt to rouse her, Trish let out a long sorrowful sigh and rolled on to her back. The young features of her once pretty face were gone, and were replaced by deep ravine like creases; the previously full lips were pulled savagely back in a sardonic grimace - exposing chalk white teeth in blackened gums. A death rattle gurgled through Trish's decayed throat and the weak light in her sunken eyes vaporized like mist before a summer sun.

Panicked into action Lesley stood and rushed to check her other roost mates. Sherry laid flat on her back her once blond hair now a shock of white above a wizened face. Her chest was unmoving, the breasts a withered memory of their former glory. Tears pricked at the corners of Lesley's eyes as she turned in desperation to Claudia for help. What she saw overwhelmed her, and she fell to her knees weeping besides Claudia's defiled body. They were all gone, the roost was dead; someone must pay for this sacrilege!

As she sat on her haunches seething with agony Lesley slowly became aware of a presence, the hairs on her neck raised in fearful respect. She could feel the prying eyes burning through her skin and ravishing her soul. Lesley felt pure unadulterated hatred course through her veins, and her lips drew back in a feral snarl. Without any warning she sprang up, and turning in one fluid motion toppled the voyeuristic killer. Entwined and struggling they tumbled over and over on the rough floor. Lesley savagely lunged trying in desperation to sink her long canines into the interlopers flesh. Try as she might she could not reach, the body under her tensioned momentarily. Lesley was suddenly flying though the air in a graceful arc, time stood still until she slammed heavily into a wall. Her breath exploded through her snarling teeth and Lesley fell away from the wall limp and winded. The killer stood up and glared down at Lesley with wicked intent.

"Why don't you just execute me like my sisters?" Gasped Lesley.

"Execute you, no I saved you - transformed you. You owe me too much to be granted death so easily!" Replied Mika.

"I owe you, how dare you say that..." Lesley's voice trailed off "Mike? Mike is that you? I can't see you clearly"

Mika stepped forward into the dim light.

"Mike is dead, but Mika lives on. Mika granted you Wampyr life," Mika announced.

Lesley swallowed hard as she was confronted with the oddest of sights. Before her stood the most desirable of women, a woman but undeniably in some way her Mike. Lesley felt at once relieved and disappointed, ecstatic and depressed, made and broken. She had brought him to this, to be a travesty of nature. Pity welled within her, and she reached towards him, her, it, as she was filled with regret and compassion.

"Mike I'm so sorry..." her sentence and her remorse were cut savagely short.

Mika slapped away the proffered hand with a violent blow.

"You dare to pity me - your mistress? Learn your place Lesley!" Mika spat.

Lesley quivered as an unseen icy hand closed around her beating heart and slowed it to a virtual stop. Lesley's skin tone faded to grey, her lips blued from oxygen starvation, and she felt on the very cusp of death. Slowly the hand relaxed and life flowed back into Lesley's quaking limbs.

"I can squash you like the insect you are any time I wish. It's only the memory of love lost that keeps you alive. That and Mike's desire for vengeance against your sins" Mika growled.

Lesley shuddered in realization of the trap she had fallen into; Mika loved and hated her in equal measure. Theirs' would be no passion only pain and recrimination. Friend and tormenter, an angel and devil rolled into one; with Mika her future was full only of the agony of spurned love.

"Now Lesley, before our days rest I desire your body. Let us fuck!" Mika smiled with evil interest.

"Go to hell!" Barked Lesley defiantly.

"Already there, why don't you join me?" Grinned Mika.

Lesley gasped, she could feel her nipples tightening, swelling against an unseen touch. Her breathing became ragged with desire, as the need in her belly grew from a flicking flame into a raging inferno. Her labia pulled back as the hard nub of clitoris pressed forward resolutely, and thick juices cascaded from her gaping vulva. She must come, come soon surely but no, no the desire just spiraled on. Her bodily control gone her pee gushed out and pooled between her legs saturating her feet. Then she felt Mika in her thoughts, the rabid exploration of Lesley's most hidden desires, and the violent caress on her minds erogenous zones. Lesley's need, doubled, trebled, and then came the pleasure, a pleasure so intense it was pure beautiful pain. The pain screamed its name through Lesley's gasping lips. Her body writhed in erotic agony, trembling with unearthly desires.

"Excuse me for a while Lesley, I have some orders to issue to the day walker. Enjoy yourself!" Mika smiled.

Lesley could not reply, as the pain of pleasure took her to the very edge of reason. All she could do was to watch as Mika walked away. Lesley's insanely frustrated body danced on in an obscene parody of self-love. Lesley had found a new love, and an old hatred. A ball of disgust and venom hardened within her, just as her clitoris hardened without. A trickle of scarlet gathered at its tip and ran slowly down the deeply ridged shaft. Lesley bucked hard against the pleasure flowing from her body, but even now she could not come! As her desire vaulted her into a welcome unconsciousness she had one final chilling thought.

"I have to destroy her, or be destroyed trying. Mika must die..."

Lesley slid effortlessly from this world into her own personal hell.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Maldea's Quests Begin

Jeff whistled as he walked up the street towards the pool hall, his step was jaunty his mood agreeably light. Still no jobs on the horizon, so pool could fill his days - flunking your exams could have some benefits after all! He swung around the corner and spun the cue bag in his hand. As he gazed up the road he noticed a girl emerge from one of the more distant houses with disinterest. Hang on though wasn't that the crazy house? Jeff walked faster to confirm his suspicions, and yes it was. The irony struck him hard - those weird women had kids? Jeff instinctively buried his head a little further into his shoulders to disguise his interest as he walked towards the oncoming girl. As he got closer he could make her out a bit better, a Hispanic kid not a bad looker but even for him she was far too young. As he secretly observed her he felt his dick start to harden inappropriately, lengthening and uncoiling gradually it strained against his boxers.

She had transfixed him; the long dark hair swayed seductively with each step forward she took, while small breasts jiggled in synchronicity under the white school blouse. He could clearly see the dark nipple tipping each tiny mound through the stretched cotton. He was now so stiffly erect that his pace slowed and he developed a certain distinctive gait. As she got within ten feet of him she winked and lightly pursed her damp lips. Jeff unwillingly ejaculated lustily and buckled slightly at the knees. Her eyes flew to his groin where to his eternal shame she must have seen the spreading dark cum stain on his jeans.

Jeff stood alone in post-orgasmic confusion on the deserted street, where the hell had she gone? No one could move that fast surely? Forgetting his disheveled appearance Jeff turned and ran to the distant corner. What ever he had expected to see it wasn't what he saw. The street was empty but for a single person, it was not the girl, it was a heavily pregnant woman. Her head was back; eyes shut in ecstasy as her slim arm stretched over her bugling belly holding up her skirt and letting her other hand plunder the contents of her pants. For the second time that morning his dick sprang its sticky head forth, what was happening to him, what the hell was going on? He had to find out!

Maldea walked on mildly amused by the mayhem around her, such powers she had been given, now this was fun with a capital "F". Maldea gazed under discretely lowered eyelids at her latest victim; a tall traffic cop reclined against the graffiti strewn wall, his fly torn open he pumped at his long cock as streams of spunk splattered the sidewalk and his dark blue uniform. This was so good! Maldea extended her hand and rubbed the slippery helmet of his stiff penis. As she raised her hand to her lips to savor the flavor of his cum, her fun was cut short. Maldea felt an icy grip on her excited heart; her mind received the rebuke directly, and reeled from the impact.

"You have played enough, I told you not to attract attention. Control yourself and the powers I have entrusted in you, or suffer for eternity! You have been given your tasks, now complete them - or die young!" Mika's voice was as terrible as it was irresistible.

Maldea once again dropped her eyes and returned to her original route, back to the school. As she walked on she could not resist one quick taste of her sticky fingers, yes it was good. Smiling to herself she quickened her passage towards the School of the Sacred Heart.

Sister Agnes sat alone in her study preparing for today's lessons. She wished sometimes that her calling had been towards the certainties of the biblical texts her colleagues taught. However god had filled her with awe for the mysteries of the world and universe, and her calling to the science that enabled the understanding of these phenomenons. Once, before her conversion, this had been fulfillment enough but now she understood her true god given task. It was to unite the understanding of science with the certainty of faith and to explain this wonder to her pupils.