Post by Spirk on Dec 8, 2004 13:59:33 GMT -5
Salvation, Redemption and a snack
By R.M. Carroll
“I don’t get it.” Johnny said as they stumbled up the path and through the gates of RavenHold cemetery.
“Now why doesn’t that surprise me?” Billy shot back as he tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder to crash against the first gravestone they passed.
“No, I’m serious, why is it that people think these places are so damn scary, I mean it’s just a bunch of crusty old dead people going all rotten in the ground.” Johnny swayed drunkenly as he made his way up the path and towards the centerpiece of the cemetery, the celtic cross that stood as a memorial for the fallen war heroes from their small town of RavenHold.
“Hey wait for me.” Billy muttered as he began to fall behind. He could feel the alcohol as it took effect, as it pulled at his limbs and slowed him down. Johnny was just as drunk as he was but he didn’t seem to show it, if anything he moved faster.
“Come on dickhead.” Johnny slurred at his friend’s cries for him to slow down. He didn’t slow down however; instead he continued to stumble on. He wanted to get to the memorial; he wanted to visit the place where his brother had been laid to rest.
“I need to take a break.” Billy whined as he sank to his hands and knees. He stared down at the pavement in front of him; his young body felt like it was in quicksand as the vodka coursed through his system. When the feet moved into his line of vision Billy felt confused, they weren’t Johnny’s feet, they were too small, too dainty and way too pale.
“What the?” He whispered as he let his eyes roam upwards. The legs were the whitest he had ever seen until they vanished beneath a dress of pale blue that was all but see through. His eyes continued to roam as he rose up onto his knees and swayed drunkenly back and forth as they traveled upwards over her stomach and to her naked breasts. He felt the lust instantly as his teenage body took in the perfect, beautiful breasts.
“Would you like to touch them?” The voice purred softly as Billy’s eyes remained locked on her nipples. Billy swallowed audibly and nodded his head, his eyes stayed locked on her chest as he swallowed some of the saliva that was forming in his mouth.
“Well come on then silly boy.” The voice purred so hot and sexy sounding in his ears. She touched him gently on the shoulders and helped him rise to his feet as she pulled him in closer to her. She had soft skin, soft and cold as her hands trailed from his shoulders to cup both of his cheeks. Billy’s eyes moved from her chest as she raised his head, forcing him to look at her face.
“Oh shit.” He slurred as he eyes locked onto the fangs that protruded from her mouth. Some primal part of his mind screamed that he had to get away, had to run, but it was too late. The vampyress sunk her fangs into his neck as she wrapped him up against her body so quickly that he didn’t have the chance to escape.
**
“Hey bro.” Johnny said softly as he leaned against the little plaque on the cross that bared his brother’s name. It had been two years since his brother had left for Iraq where he had died in a suicide bombing of a building he had been guarding. The only thing they had found had been the scarred and partially melted cross that his brother had worn everywhere, one that Johnny had bought for him as a good luck charm before he had joined the military.
“Some fucking luck huh bro.” Johnny whispered as he looked down at the cross that now hung around his neck. His mom had given it to him without a word; she had known it would mean more to him then anyone else. He had worn it ever since and it helped to keep his brother’s memory fresh in his mind.
“Johnnnnny.” The voice whispered to him, it dripped of sex and promises of ecstasy beyond his wildest dreams. Johnny instinctively looked up and saw the beautiful woman as she stood in front of the cross; her breasts exposed her body perfectly shaped. The only thing that ruined the effect was the blood that ran down one corner of her mouth.
“What the fuck?” He growled as the woman gracefully leapt from the cross to stand in front of him.
“Fuck?” She whispered to him, her voice promised worlds of pleasure in that one little word. “If that is what you wish then that is what you will have. Come to me.” She held her hand out and Johnny couldn’t help himself as he let go of his brother’s cross, as it fell back against his chest and began to glow lightly.
The vampyress let out a sudden surprised wail as the cross came into view. The hold that she had on the teenager was shattered as she shielded her face with her hands from the light that continued to grow from the cross on Johnny’s neck.
Johnny found he couldn’t move as the light from the cross held him immobile. He felt something, something that came from inside of him; something warm and powerful that appeared in the light cast by the cross.
“Nooooooo.” The vampyre screamed as the man that had appeared in the light grabbed her by the arms and pulled her towards him. Even from the back Johnny recognized the figure that had come to his rescue, it was his brother.
“Alex?” He whispered but the figure didn’t respond. It only turned it’s head to look at him. The figure smirked and winked at Johnny before it turned it’s attention back to the vampyress.
“Nooooo!” It screamed again as it’s skin began to smoke where Alex was touching her. The vampyress burst into flames white hot in intensity as Alex wrapped it against his body and held it tight. With a flash of white both the vampyre and the spirit of Johnny’s brother were gone.
“Alex?” Johnny whispered again. He didn’t feel his brother anymore Alex had left him. Johnny felt a tear run down his cheek as he the thought that his brother had made one last sacrifice for him.
“Thank you.” Johnny whispered as he gripped the cross in his fist once more and turned to head back out of the cemetery.
“Leaving so soon?” The voice whispered, cold and emotionless. Johnny spun at the voice, a voice he recognized instantly. Billy crouched at the base of the memorial, his head tilted to one side, blood covered one side of his shirt and a flap of skin hung from his neck from where he had been bitten.
Before Johnny could say anything his former best friend launched himself at him, fangs exposed as the newborn vampyre looked to make it’s first feed.
By R.M. Carroll
“I don’t get it.” Johnny said as they stumbled up the path and through the gates of RavenHold cemetery.
“Now why doesn’t that surprise me?” Billy shot back as he tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder to crash against the first gravestone they passed.
“No, I’m serious, why is it that people think these places are so damn scary, I mean it’s just a bunch of crusty old dead people going all rotten in the ground.” Johnny swayed drunkenly as he made his way up the path and towards the centerpiece of the cemetery, the celtic cross that stood as a memorial for the fallen war heroes from their small town of RavenHold.
“Hey wait for me.” Billy muttered as he began to fall behind. He could feel the alcohol as it took effect, as it pulled at his limbs and slowed him down. Johnny was just as drunk as he was but he didn’t seem to show it, if anything he moved faster.
“Come on dickhead.” Johnny slurred at his friend’s cries for him to slow down. He didn’t slow down however; instead he continued to stumble on. He wanted to get to the memorial; he wanted to visit the place where his brother had been laid to rest.
“I need to take a break.” Billy whined as he sank to his hands and knees. He stared down at the pavement in front of him; his young body felt like it was in quicksand as the vodka coursed through his system. When the feet moved into his line of vision Billy felt confused, they weren’t Johnny’s feet, they were too small, too dainty and way too pale.
“What the?” He whispered as he let his eyes roam upwards. The legs were the whitest he had ever seen until they vanished beneath a dress of pale blue that was all but see through. His eyes continued to roam as he rose up onto his knees and swayed drunkenly back and forth as they traveled upwards over her stomach and to her naked breasts. He felt the lust instantly as his teenage body took in the perfect, beautiful breasts.
“Would you like to touch them?” The voice purred softly as Billy’s eyes remained locked on her nipples. Billy swallowed audibly and nodded his head, his eyes stayed locked on her chest as he swallowed some of the saliva that was forming in his mouth.
“Well come on then silly boy.” The voice purred so hot and sexy sounding in his ears. She touched him gently on the shoulders and helped him rise to his feet as she pulled him in closer to her. She had soft skin, soft and cold as her hands trailed from his shoulders to cup both of his cheeks. Billy’s eyes moved from her chest as she raised his head, forcing him to look at her face.
“Oh shit.” He slurred as he eyes locked onto the fangs that protruded from her mouth. Some primal part of his mind screamed that he had to get away, had to run, but it was too late. The vampyress sunk her fangs into his neck as she wrapped him up against her body so quickly that he didn’t have the chance to escape.
**
“Hey bro.” Johnny said softly as he leaned against the little plaque on the cross that bared his brother’s name. It had been two years since his brother had left for Iraq where he had died in a suicide bombing of a building he had been guarding. The only thing they had found had been the scarred and partially melted cross that his brother had worn everywhere, one that Johnny had bought for him as a good luck charm before he had joined the military.
“Some fucking luck huh bro.” Johnny whispered as he looked down at the cross that now hung around his neck. His mom had given it to him without a word; she had known it would mean more to him then anyone else. He had worn it ever since and it helped to keep his brother’s memory fresh in his mind.
“Johnnnnny.” The voice whispered to him, it dripped of sex and promises of ecstasy beyond his wildest dreams. Johnny instinctively looked up and saw the beautiful woman as she stood in front of the cross; her breasts exposed her body perfectly shaped. The only thing that ruined the effect was the blood that ran down one corner of her mouth.
“What the fuck?” He growled as the woman gracefully leapt from the cross to stand in front of him.
“Fuck?” She whispered to him, her voice promised worlds of pleasure in that one little word. “If that is what you wish then that is what you will have. Come to me.” She held her hand out and Johnny couldn’t help himself as he let go of his brother’s cross, as it fell back against his chest and began to glow lightly.
The vampyress let out a sudden surprised wail as the cross came into view. The hold that she had on the teenager was shattered as she shielded her face with her hands from the light that continued to grow from the cross on Johnny’s neck.
Johnny found he couldn’t move as the light from the cross held him immobile. He felt something, something that came from inside of him; something warm and powerful that appeared in the light cast by the cross.
“Nooooooo.” The vampyre screamed as the man that had appeared in the light grabbed her by the arms and pulled her towards him. Even from the back Johnny recognized the figure that had come to his rescue, it was his brother.
“Alex?” He whispered but the figure didn’t respond. It only turned it’s head to look at him. The figure smirked and winked at Johnny before it turned it’s attention back to the vampyress.
“Nooooo!” It screamed again as it’s skin began to smoke where Alex was touching her. The vampyress burst into flames white hot in intensity as Alex wrapped it against his body and held it tight. With a flash of white both the vampyre and the spirit of Johnny’s brother were gone.
“Alex?” Johnny whispered again. He didn’t feel his brother anymore Alex had left him. Johnny felt a tear run down his cheek as he the thought that his brother had made one last sacrifice for him.
“Thank you.” Johnny whispered as he gripped the cross in his fist once more and turned to head back out of the cemetery.
“Leaving so soon?” The voice whispered, cold and emotionless. Johnny spun at the voice, a voice he recognized instantly. Billy crouched at the base of the memorial, his head tilted to one side, blood covered one side of his shirt and a flap of skin hung from his neck from where he had been bitten.
Before Johnny could say anything his former best friend launched himself at him, fangs exposed as the newborn vampyre looked to make it’s first feed.