So as promised here is Part 2 and the conclusion of my short story Fall From Desire. If you have not read Part 1 you may do so here. I hope you enjoy it. As always your comments are most appreciated. I look forward to hearing from you.
Fall From Desire – Part 2
by Vashti Q
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I gawked at him while he stared at my face and came closer to me. He searched for some of my curly blonde hair that was not soiled, grabbed some and sniffed it. He proceeded to nuzzle his nose against my neck, my shoulder, the top of my breasts. I closed my eyes. He breathed me in, taking in my essence. He looked up. I opened my eyes, and he stared into them. Then he walked around me, slowly, as his eyes evaluated every inch of my bare body. He parted the long hair that fell down my back and saw the jagged stubs from where my wings used to stem. He passed his hands over them with a gentle touch, and then I felt him bring his face closer to smell the stumps. He came around to face me again.
“Are you in pain?” he asked.
“Since I have arrived on this planet, I have felt only pain, fear and sorrow,” I said.
“I can rid you of these malignancies.”
“How?”
“You need just say yes.”
I gazed at him. What am I to do? I am in much pain and I grow weaker with the passing of time. I shall not survive much longer without help. I bit my lip.
“You do not trust me and I understand, for I have given you no reason to trust in me,” he said.
“You are an elegant creature, but I do not know your mind.”
He grinned and lifted his muscular chest. He swaggered toward me and extended his arm. He passed his hand through my hair and caressed my face. Desire for him grew quickly inside me like a Wisteria vine strangling all other emotions. Every fiber of my being was ignited like a tree struck by lightening. My chest heaved in rhythm with my shallow panting. It is happening again. I am overwhelmed with lustful desires.
“You, too, are beautiful to look upon,” he said. “But if you wish to rid yourself of pain and fear you must become what I am.”
“What are you?”
“I am vampire.”
I jolted and gasped. I had heard of such creatures in Heaven. They are the spawn of Dracul, the infamous son of Lilith and Satan. I recoiled from him.
“You know of my kind?”
“I do,” I said in a brittle voice.
“Do not fear me. I do not mean to harm you. I only seek what you seek.”
“What is it you think I seek?”
“Companionship,” he said, extending his hand to me. “Come with me and never be alone again.”
I stared at his welcoming hand for a while.
“I shall only offer this once,” he said.
I reached my trembling hand to meet his and he pulled me toward him.
He held me tightly and pressed his full moist lips against mine. I became lightheaded. Through half opened eyes, I watched him open his mouth and his teeth grow into fangs. I gasped, but before I could move, he sank his fangs into the flesh at the base of my neck. A combination of his saliva and my blood streamed down my neck. I cocked my head back and moaned, my eyes rolling back in their sockets. Both pleasure and pain dispersed through my body. My body tensed. My entire being was at peak response. As he drew my blood greedily, my body felt as if it were melding into his.
A delightful pressure began to build inside me. I gasped and groaned with pleasure. The pressure continued to build until I thought I would explode. Suddenly, I felt my body go into spasms of incredible delight, and my mind was flooded with a variety of pleasurable sensations. Then I felt a wave of dizziness, my body slackened, and darkness began to close in on me until I lost consciousness.
Upon opening my eyes, I saw the world differently. The colors of cypress trees became more vivid, and plants were verdant jewels. I could almost feel the fragrances of nature. The alligators’ bellows and the hissing of snakes became mellifluous. I lay on the ground, and Mendrion sat next to me. He smiled, and I returned his smile. He kissed me on the lips, neck, shoulders and breasts. His hands caressed my body, and his touch was heavenly. As a vampire, my body was made for pleasure and I sensed so much more. Every nerve ending inside me was excited. Every touch sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. I need not food, nor water—I could live on his touch alone. I was in ecstasy, but then he suddenly stopped. He got to his feet.
“No, do not stop. I love your hands and lips on my body.”
He extended his hand to me. “Take my hand, Rachiel.” I gasped when I heard him say my name. “I will allow you to keep your original name, for it is pleasing to me. Now go and join the others.” His words filled me with confusion. He pointed to the swamp.
I turned my face and gasped. My eyes opened wide with disbelief. There were other fallen angels like me in the swamp. They were all converted into vampires—no doubt in the same way as I was. There was not a happy face among them.
“Go on,” Mendrion said. “Take your place among them. You are now a swamp vampire. You shall feed on the blood of alligators, snakes, beavers, and other swamp creatures.”
“I shall not!” I screamed. I clenched my jaw and held back tears. “You deceived me.”
“I told you only the truth,” he said with a wry grin. “You no longer feel pain, am I right? If you do not feed on the blood of these swamp creatures, you shall die a slow and agonizing death.”
“I shall go away!”
“You have nowhere to go. You belong to me now and there is no escape, for your blood shall call out to me and I shall find you wherever you go. Besides, you can no longer live without my touch,” he said, and he was right—losing his stroking and fondling is what I feared the most. “Join the others now, or you shall never feel pleasure again.”
Upon hearing his final words my face slackened. I shuffled to the swamp and entered the dark, gloomy bog. I stood amongst the others, merely another beauty in the murky waters. The others glared at me. We were all doomed to the same punishment. Our bodies were made for pleasure and overwhelmed with desire, but condemned to long for the touch of the same master.
Copyright © 2014 by Vashti Quiroz-Vega. All rights reserved.
All illustrations are by the amazing Victoria Frances
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