Chapter 17: To be thus

Leanne sat motionless on the edge of the bed and gazed at her shaking hands. She felt as if her life was over, her daughter was lost; just as Andrew had been years before. Andrew's loss had been slow and painful, just as cancer always was. But at least it had been expected, not like this. Cath had been torn from her, nothing mattered. Nothing. She watched in silence as Jolene wandered back into the bedroom from the en-suite, her body still dripping from the shower, her hair hidden under the turban-like towel. Leanne struggled with her emotions and lost, with a shriek she descended into floods of tears.

Jolene crossed the room in a single bound, her toweling robe billowing open around her. She bent and took Leanne's crumpled face in her hands.

"Come on, love. I am here for you," said Jolene.

"But are you?" asked Leanne, raising her hands to cup Jolene's dangling breasts.

Jolene shrugged the warm hands away and grasped the edges of her terry robe to conceal her boobs.

"I'm sorry, not like that, any other way - I'm just not into women."

"But last night, I touched you and you responded..."

"Last night was a one off! What's up with you anyway? You were as red-blooded as any girl when you were younger,"

"I... I just don't know, I had this odd lesbo fantasy in the shower the other morning. Ever since then, I just have. The sick thing was the fantasy involved Cath. I'm sick Jolene, I don't deserve to live!"

"Cath! This is all down to those 'Bitches'. I don't know how, but I know it was," Jolene paused, catching her thoughts, "at least they are fuckin' dead meat."

Leanne looked up, and brushed her damp hair away from her tear-stained cheeks. She mouthed silently but the words wouldn't come. Finally she splurted them out.

"The thing is they are not, somehow that perverted, dirty fantasy links me to them. I know they are alive, I don't know where, I don't know how - but I know they are alive..."

"What! All of them, my Rebbecca too?" asked an agape Jolene.

"That's the cruelest thing, I know those women are alive... But not the girls. I... can't see the girl's..."

Leanne hung her head and sobbed deeply. Jolene stared at her disconcerted friend, she wanted desperately to say something, but she couldn't find the words. A sudden rap at the door made Jolene jump. In a trance, she walked to the door and paused.

"Who's there?" she asked quietly.

A hesitant voice replied.

"I'm from the hospital..."

Before the sentence was finished, Jolene ripped the door open.

"Fizz, has something happened to Fizz?" Asked Jolene in desperation.

The partly dressed teenager in front of her asked, "Who the hell's Fizz?" Before she barged past Jolene and into the room.

Dr Jordan let a low whistle pass his lips. Finally Ms Law had settled, her fevered self-pleasuring had passed. Derek wanted to communicate with her if he could, he hoped his voice would break through her coma.

"Winona, it's Dr Jordan, Derek Jordan, can you hear me?"

Winona tossed her head on the striped pillow, her lips parted, but no sound emerged. Encouraged, Derek tried once more.

"Winona, make a sign if you hear me, let me know!"

The shrunken, disheveled woman grimaced, as she uttered one word indistinctly.

"Vumpphas..."

Derek bent closer, bringing his ear close to Winona's lips.

"Say again, once more, Winona."

"Vampires..."

Derek sighed, and straightened up, his half-smile disappeared.

"Delirious," he said to the still empty room.

A gentle voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Dr Jordan, can you come to the visitors room on Keller?" it asked.

"Not at the moment Amelia, I want to try to make some sense of this... condition," replied Derek.

"I would appreciate your help Derek, you see it's Mr Blakelock..."

"As in Cynthia B..."

"The very same, Derek."

Derek Jordan reluctantly joined Sister George and trudged towards Keller. His mind raced, it was one thing to tell a relative of a death, but how did you explain to a man you had, only too literally, lost his teenaged daughter?

"You know, don't you! Tell me, I know you know..."

The irate teenager stared directly at Leanne, her slim body stiffening with rage. When no reply came from the weeping woman she calmly reached forward and slapped her with a force she had seemed incapable of.

"Hey! That's enough, who the hell do you think you are bursting in here, attacking my friend!" screamed Jolene, as she grasped the girl's wrist halting a further blow.

"Why don't you ask your precious friend? she knows," the angry girl spat.

Confusion creased across Jolene's face, she moved her head to look at Leanne. In addition to the red imprint left by the girl's hand there was something else, the tell-tale sign of guilt.

"Leanne, what is this crazy woman talking about?"

"This is Cynthia, or rather Cyn. I asked her to come here," answered Leanne.

"What! When? We have never seen her before..." asked Jolene.

"I told you about the link, Cyn is part of it. I called her... in my head."

"Why? I don't understand, Leanne, what can she do to help?"

"She was at the concert, she is like me. Cursed to be linked to the vampires. Together we can find them... but..." Leanne sobbed.

"But what?" asked Jolene, "Come on spit it out."

Leanne said nothing. Cyn was more vocal.

"But only through sex, we have to have sex. It strengthens the link, doesn't it Leanne?

The sobbing woman nodded as she avoided looking at Jolene.

"So that's what you were up to! Trying to seduce me before this... this girl arrived to make it a lesbian orgy!" Jolene's voice crackled with barely suppressed anger.

Leanne's reply was barely audible.

"Yes..."

Cyn wrestled herself free of Jolene's failing grip, and with a fluid motion she drew her nightdress over her head. Buck naked the young woman stood, her slim legs obscenely splayed.

"The plan hasn't changed," said Cyn.

"The plan hasn't... fuck off! Over my dead body," raged Jolene.

The girl laughed.

"Violence won't be necessary, I can be very persuasive..."

Cyn simply placed one hand on either of Jolene's shoulders. She exerted no pressure, nothing that could account for the buckling of Jolene's knees. Gradually, but unrelentingly Jolene's eyes passed the landmarks of Cyn's body. The sleek neck, protruding collar bones, the soft swell of her breasts and the sharp contrast of her wicked looking nipples. Eventually the smooth fecund abdomen grazed past Jolene's lips then the fine pubic hair tickled her nostrils. Pleading, begging, the crouched woman looked up at her abuser.

Cynthia just smiled, and then opened her mouth widely. To her horror Jolene felt her mouth respond, mirroring the girls wide yawn. An instant later, Jolene's mouth was filled with damp folds and unknown pungent tastes. She felt every judder of Cyn's young body as the teenager raked her flooded slit across Jolene's lips. The girl grunted and pressed her mound forward, her protruding clitoris burning a soft groove into Jolene's tongue.

Her mind fought against being used as a sex object by another woman. Her will power was strong, but her body was weaker. To add to Jolene's disgust, she felt the telltale butterflies flutter over her stomach, followed by the first trickle of love juice down her thigh. Breathing hard through her compressed nose she concentrated hard, forcing the pleasurable sensations away. She did not want this. Her head started to clear, and Jolene was able to bring the palms of her hands up, and placed them on Cyn's trembling buttocks. The girl mistook this for passion and drove her slimy vulva deeper into Jolene's open mouth. Jolene prepared herself, one hard push and she could over-balance this little madam.

The push however never came, as Jolene steeled herself for the effort, she was finally defeated. Not by Cyn, no, not Cyn. It was the sudden arrival of Leanne's warm mouth on Jolene's bare pussy that crushed the fight out of her. One second she was resisting with all her might, and the next was coming in exactly the same way. As Jolene shouted her pleasure into Cyn's rampant organ she felt another more intense orgasm brewing. The pattern was relentless, release and build up, climaxes following one another without time to recover. Jolene was surrounded by soft feminine flesh, and her reluctance drowned in the warmth and wetness it offered.

Bill Blakemore looked up as the door of the sparse room opened.

"How is she Doc, how is my Cynthia?"

"Ah I see, how much did Sister tell you?" Derek asked.

"Nuthin' she told me to wait on you, what's going on!"

"Well, I have good news and bad news, which would you like first?"

"The good, I need some good."

"Cynthia is not physically harmed, she is fit and able," said Dr Jordan.