Vampire's Key
Chapter Seventeen
Amy’s words reverberated through Lilly’s mind. They hadn’t been a suggestion. They had been her final command. She had taken Lilly from the empowering eroticism of The Countess to the quiet predawn streets of London, where she had simply said, “Go feed.”
“Why can’t I go with you?” Lilly asked, a feeling of uncertainty gnawing into her.
Amy shook her head. “Find your own way,” she replied. She kissed Lilly on the forehead, as a mother blesses her daughter, and departed, leaving Lilly alone.
Lilly didn’t know how long she had walked the streets. Her newfound abilities didn’t seem so empowering now she was alone at night in the big city. There were many possible candidates: drunks, the homeless, couples. And yet every time she approached a potential victim, she felt a tightness in her belly and weakness in her legs.
Not much of a vampire, am I? she thought as she withdrew into the shadows once more. She felt safer there — perhaps it was a residue of her humanity. Lilly felt warped by Carl, left with a desire to blend in, to be hidden in plain sight. Stand out and you become a target, blend in and you’re safe.
The shadows welcomed her, wrapping her in sheets of darkness that stole her from the human world. Slowly the night sky, barely visible beyond the startling brightness of the street lights, faded until dawn was near, but Lilly had neither fed nor found a safe haven.
What would happen if the sun hit her, she wondered? She wasn’t certain, but there was a nagging, unavoidable feeling that compelled her to find somewhere to rest before the sun invaded the world once more.
The sound of a van speeding past signalled the pre-dawn start of the workday. Its driver raced through gears as if competing in Formula One. The vehicle slid around the corner, leaving oily exhaust fumes and parallel treads in its wake.
On the opposite side of the road, a street cleaner swept up discards from the previous day. Cigarette butts and empty wrappers disappeared into his trolley, along with a toy car, lost to a child who had returned home empty-handed.
Ahead of Lilly, the click of heels snapped sharply against the pavement, creating a city version of the morning chorus. Lilly watched the woman approach. She was young, a little too well-perfumed, but with a large, shapely figure and a short bob, dyed grey. A layer of body heat, trapped beneath the woman’s winter coat, drew Lilly’s attention. Lilly hesitated, wondering what it would be like to feast on this pleasant young woman whose day would most likely be as normal as any other. What would her partner, her family and friends say when they were told the news that she had been killed on her way to work? How devastated would they be? Maybe she didn't have anyone to mourn her loss. That power is in my hands, Lilly thought. An internal battle erupted as she debated the pros and cons of feeding on the young lady.
Lilly stepped to the side, deliberately in the way of the approaching woman. The lady frowned, adjusted her headphones and moved to the right. Lilly mirrored. Get out the way; Lilly wasn’t sure if she imagined the woman’s thoughts, or if she’d really heard them.
The woman approached the curb and checked for traffic. Thick foundation coated her round face. She looked warm and full of vitality. The rich aroma of her strong perfume, seductive and alluring, drew Lilly even closer. The woman tensed, stepped nearer to the road and sped up. Lilly slowed, watching the woman rush past, her heels clicking rapidly like a startled blackbird fleeing an oncoming threat. A fiery orange glow flashed about the woman as she hurried down the road, glancing back before she disappeared around the corner.
Why didn’t I take her, Lilly wondered? I could have. Lilly’s pace increased, speeding past the constantly multiplying number of people. She whirled around the corner, charging into a pedestrian area that ran east to west, passing glass-fronted shops and an elderly window cleaner who slapped hot, soapy water onto a large window pane. Steam flitted upwards, dissipating in the cold morning air, like souls departing for the other world. There was no pink glow to herald the sunrise, only a lightening of the dark grey sky behind her. It caused Lilly to move faster, speeding past delivery trucks and workers heading out for the day.
A delivery man unloaded his cargo; carefully wheeling barrels of beer down into the cellar of the large pub on the corner, before returning to repeat the process. Lilly waited until he emerged once more. This time, he was followed by a balding older man, who sparked a cigarette while he signed off the delivery.
Blurring past them, Lilly disappeared into the cellar. It was warm and bright and smelled of beer and wine. There was also the unpleasant stench of mice — they too were hiding, she guessed.
The man appeared in the doorway, pulling the doors shut behind him as he shuffled carefully down the ramp. This one, Lilly thought from the depths of the cellar. This time. She didn’t move. He smelled bad; unattractive, from an unwashed night of booze, cigarettes and a nasty male habit she didn’t want to picture. She slunk back behind a barrel, watching the beer-bellied man busy himself with the barrels — lifting them into place, connecting one to a pipe and taking a moment to scratch his chest and balls. He disappeared upstairs, turning off the lights and closing the door behind him.
Lilly relaxed, glad to be safe. She felt hungry, though not hungry enough to have fed on him. He was nauseating, like Carl. The name brought with it a stream of events that had dragged her into a horror show of a human life. And yet, at times Carl had tempted her with tranquil dreams of a happy ever after. One that was dressed in the facade of beauty and romance and love. No, she thought, seeing through his lies. I’m never returning to that monster.
She rubbed her arms, not for warmth, but in memory of the catalogue of bruises she’d endured over the years. Arms and legs, wrists and back. He always hit where they wouldn’t be seen and if he misjudged it, he would just force her to stay at home. She’d lost her friends along the way. Her father, happily remarried with a young family, was living somewhere in Southeast Asia, while her mother had her own abusive second husband to deal with.
Lilly sighed. If I can, she thought, I will find you and free you, Mum.
Her thoughts returned to Amy, the club, Katie, and the hot man she still wanted. Everything had been so vibrant and intoxicating. The overpowering eroticism of the club had left her feeling so horny she could barely stand. And yet, it was also incredibly empowering. Not just the energy, but enjoying the presence of so many fit, naked men. For some reason it had felt intensely natural, like slipping into familiar clothes, designed for her alone. And yet, here she was now, hiding in a cellar, hungry and uncertain if she would survive the day.
Questions plagued her mind. Would the sun really kill her, or was that just a movie myth? And why had Amy done this to her? Is this going to be my future; hiding from the world? It felt like a dark parallel to the human existence she had only just escaped.
Lilly’s thoughts faded as though into sleep, yet she remained awake. Awake in a kind of half-life, the world between sleep and dreams and waking.
It was late morning when Lilly’s dormancy was interrupted. A young woman had slipped down into the cool cellar. She grinned as she read the text message, then typed a hurried response and hit send. Blending into the background, Lilly remained utterly still while sensing the lady obscured by barrels.
The woman giggled and headed to the far end of the cellar, slipping behind a row of barrels where she wouldn’t be seen by her colleagues. Behind her, as though submerged into the wall itself, rested Lilly.
Flashes of orange flamed around the girl’s body, creating sinews of energy that rose from her pussy, spiralling over her stomach to her breasts, where they surged and swelled over her heart. The girl smiled. Her fingers and thumbs blurring over her phone in quick succession. She sent the text and waited, her hand skimming over her stomach, following the path of energy to her breasts. A flash on her phone signalled a response. “Oh god,” she groaned, typing a brief response. Her hand dropped between her legs, running over the mound of her pussy. She gasped. Another text flashed on her screen. “Yes, sir!” she said, quickly typing her reply. Placing her phone on the nearest barrel, she closed her eyes. Her hand delved beneath her yoga pants, pushing under her panties. Slowly she began to massage herself, her arm moving in circles.
Pulled by the girl’s energy, Lilly glided forward. She was a pretty girl, with an athletic body and long, dark brown pigtails formed from a centre parting.
“Dee!” a man’s voice called out from upstairs.
Opening her eyes, Dee froze at the sight of Lilly standing directly in front of her. The white collar and cuffs added a ghostly look to Lilly’s black dress and she stepped closer, stifling Dee’s response with a cold hand over her mouth.
“Dee?” the man called again. Dee remained motionless, startled by the sudden appearance of a strange woman in the cellar with her. The man disappeared into the back of the pub, leaving the two women alone.
“It’s okay,” Lilly whispered hypnotically, sidling up to Dee.
The brunette tensed but remained still, allowing Lilly to move behind her once again.
“Just a little,” Lilly breathed, her long teeth grating over Dee’s skin.
Dee’s hand stopped moving, yet remained between her legs.
“Don’t speak,” Lilly whispered. Her breath massaged Dee’s neck. Tiny hairs stood upright, goose-bumped by Lilly’s touch. Removing her hand from Dee’s mouth, Lilly brushed over the girl’s shoulders, following the curve of her breasts to slide over her stomach and down between her legs coming to a rest on Dee’s unseen hand.
Dee gasped as Lilly rocked against her, mimicking the girls rhythm. Her breath teased her neck, tantalising her soft skin. “Let me,” Lilly whispered, her hand directing the girl’s, sliding up and down over her moist pussy.
The tension faded from Dee’s body and she whimpered, “Yes, yes,” as she leaned back into Lilly. A text flashed on her phone. Dee stared at the screen, paralysed by Lilly’s intimate touch.
Lilly’s teeth dug delicately inwards, puncturing the skin and pressing through the flesh until she slit open the vein. Her tongue worked rapidly over the open wound, flicking against the aroused girl and drawing blood to nourish her body. Lilly reached for Dee’s breasts. Her palm slid softly over hard nipples, spiralling around and around in a figure of eight. Dee’s hand moved faster, urged on by Lilly’s touch, delicately circling her clit before sliding up and down over her wet lips. Dee gasped. Her hips thrust against Lilly’s invasive hand. Her breath became shallow and quickened as her orgasm drew closer. Lilly rubbed her hand rapidly over Dee’s, enthused by the intoxicating energy Dee was emitting.
“Oh my god,” Dee gasped, holding Lilly’s head in place against her neck. Lilly took a final sip of Dee’s blood, savouring her liquid essence, then pulled away. Dee’s orgasm exploded quickly, wrapping Lilly in a cloud of invigorating and arousing energy. Lilly felt Dee shake against her as her body shuddered under the wave of her climax. The energy swept over Lilly, filling her with an ecstatic feeling that pulsed through her body.
Gradually, Dee’s orgasm receded, leaving her face and body flushed. She leaned back against a revitalised Lilly, who spun her around and kissed her on the lips.
“Thank you,” Lilly whispered. “It’s our secret.” She touched her forefinger to Dee’s lips, then slipped back behind the barrels. A sharp vibration rustled about her, like pins and needles all over her body. Gradually, she sensed her body fade from the room as though she had slipped through an unseen doorway, hidden in plain view. Lilly saw Dee approach. The young woman stopped, hesitantly tilting on one foot. Dee frowned. She checked behind her, bent down to look along the floor, then stood again. She adjusted the waist of her yoga pants, straightened her bra and top, then turned around and headed back to the centre of the cellar. Picking up her phone, she read the text, smiled and quickly typed a reply, before checking again for the woman that had seduced her.
Tentatively, she stroked the bite marks that had formed on her neck. No blood tainted her fingers and she shook her head, unsure if it had been real or a strangely powerful fantasy. Finally, with one last look, she headed back upstairs, killing the lights and closing the door behind her.
She didn’t see me, Lilly thought. Lilly didn’t move and her sleepless slumber returned. Thoughts and images raced through her mind. She was questioned by a remnant of her own humanity that had resolutely refuted bisexuality in favour of a good, strong man. The overpowering draw of Dee’s energy field had pulled Lilly towards her. It was a similar feeling to the man she had desired at The Countess. The energy that they epitomised had such an effect on Lilly that she had been unable to withstand its invitation. And yet, she wanted more. More of that man. More of Dee. More blood. More of the new life her Clan Mother had given her — the Clan Mother that had abandoned her to the daylight world of humanity.
Despite Amy’s neglect, the powers Lilly was experiencing were so Otherwordly that she had no wish to return to the meek life she had been cursed to accept. Had I really accepted it though, she wondered? She knew the answer before the question was formulated. Yes. Now she felt closer to her true self. Untamed and unkept by any man. Fearless and natural. Her life possessed a dark spontaneity that brought with it an innate sense of power and self-worth.
Tonight, she thought, eagerly anticipating her return to The Countess. If that man was there, that handsome boy with the beautiful body and the eager cock, he was going to be hers.
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