The Wood in Her Box

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They approached were the body lay. Don pondered why she had said the vamp was getting smarter as it was obvious something was buried there by the mound of fresh dirt. The rogue hadn't even tried to cover it with leaves. Then from the back of his mind, the thought of bears. They'd catch the sent and come looking soon. He wondered what his new found abilities would do against a bear. It would definitely be a tad more difficult that over-powering a human.

At that thought he naturally began surveying the area. That's when he noticed where he was. He'd been here hunting before when he was human. And he remembered the shack just over the hill that he and his father had sought shelter in. He told Serena, and they headed for it.

The stench of death grew stronger with every step. When the shack was in sight they waited and watched a moment, looking for signs of movement. Nothing stirred, they couldn't hear anything either. Serena started forward and Don grabbed her shoulder, "Wait here." he said and started forward.

"Pss," she sneered as she jerked her shoulder away, "Please." And she stepped ahead of him.

"So much for chivalry." he said as he walked forward behind her. They entered the shack cautiously.

"She's not here." Serena said as she continued in with him at her heels ready to defend her. "This is what happens when you turn one and don't mentor them." There on the floor was a fresh kill. A woman lay there, her cloths torn and her body contorted from bones that this monster had broken. Her throat torn open and blood splattered everywhere. Even on the ceiling. Don kneeled down to examine her, out of reflex to see if there was any sign of life.

"You can tell she's never been shown how to feed." Serena said. "So much waste, all that blood scattered rather than drank. She didn't even get the full feed from it."

Her coldness pissed Don off. He stood up ready to tell her how much of cruel bitch he thought she was, throwing the table that sat beside him as he stood. There had been a tattered table cloth concealing what was under the table. He saw Serena's eyes widen at the sight he had revealed. He looked and nearly gagged at the sight of a newborn human. The baby's chest had been ripped open in the same manner that it's mother's throat had been.

His being pissed grew into rage. And it was at that moment the crazed rogue crept into the doorway of the shack. Her eyes ablaze with madness, and her features still in the true form of a vampire, distorted and twisted. She'd had no mentor to teach her how to hold human form. Blood and saliva dripping from her mouth, made even more grotesque looking by the subtle light from the moon that glistened from it.

Don's form changed to match her's as he could not control his anger and contempt. Not just for this poor soul who, like him, had been stuck in a nightmare that she had never asked for. Rather for the entire evil breed of vampry that walked the Earth and spread such horror.

She leaped toward Serena, and Don leaped toward this new monster. Defending Serena had not even crossed his mind. He was insane with anger and would likely attack her as well as this beast should she get in his way.

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He couldn't imagine the torment she'd been through as she grew up learning the disgusting life and habits of a vampire, and accepting it as the norm. That's could be why his love for her always persevered over his contempt of the things she did. She simply didn't know any better.

His mind drifted again to a time long ago when she and he were in North Carolina, his home. It had been a few months since she had turned him. And she was teaching him how to survive. It's an unwritten law among the vampire, most are unwritten, not to turn someone and leave them to their own devises. To leave one alone would be creating a monster with no sense of how to act. How to stay under the radar of the humans. The would simply kill and feed with no regard for their own safety, nor any regard for who they fed on.

Another vampire had been destroyed. Some kind of war between separate vampry klans that had been going on for generations. This one lost a battle and had his head separated from his body. But not before turning a young collage student from Methodist Collage. This poor creature had only been a vampire less than 24 hours when it happened. She just learned what would satisfy her hunger and not much else.

Suddenly newspapers and TV started reporting on a rash of missing persons and bodies that were being found, completely drained of blood. Rumors of serial killers and cults began to circulate among the humans. The Fayetteville police were getting bombarded by people wanting something done. No one had a clue who could be doing it. But Serena knew. She knew there was a rogue vamp on the loose and if he wasn't stopped all of us would be discovered. The days of humans thinking of us as a myth would be over. And soon the humans would figure out how to wipe us out.

So Serena and Don set out to track her down. Wasn't hard, just follow the bodies. "She's gotten smarter at least." Serena said as he looked around the woods they were in trying to figure out where the foul odor was coming from. It was repulsive even to a vampire, and strong, so damned strong. But nothing around seemed to be it. "You smell it don't you?"

Don still looked about as he answered, "Yea. What the hell is that? there's nothing around here that could stink that bad."

"It's no where nearby. About a mile in that direction." She replied pointing to the southeast.

"Smells like something dead rotting. How can we smell it here from that far off?" He asked again.

"That's part of the gift. Your smell is far more acute than what you had as a human. Just as your hearing has become intensified. It would be stronger, but as I said, she's gotten smarter. She buried the body." Serena answered.

"O.K. I'll buy the increased smelling, but how the hell do you know the body is buried?" He asked sarcastically.

"I smell the fresh turned dirt. It's not from the farms either, too moldy, that earth was turned in the woods." She turned and started off in the direction she had pointed.

"Makes sense." He mumbled as he shrugged then followed her. They soon found the body. And the vamp wasn't far behind. He was prepared for that. But what they found... no one could have been prepared for.

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His mind returned to the beach and the beautiful woman he was with. She was so lovely in the moon light. Her hair was light brown with natural blonde highlights that caught the light of the moon. It gave the illusion of an aura surrounding her soft and sweet face. Her vampire eyes caught the light as well, hiding the normal pale blue with a brilliant golden glow. In brighter light when they were more like human eyes, he'd be hypnotized by the way they sparkled.

If only the woman matched the face he thought. He loved her with ever fiber of his being. But there was a place in his heart that despised her. He pondered how such a beauty could hold such evil at times. Maybe it was less evil and more of an innocents, not actually realizing the wrong she sometimes does. He still loved her though, nothing she had done, no matter how bad, could seem to make a dent in that love. It nearly drove him insane at times.

"I've long since learned to live with that Serena." He said in a somber sincere voice. "And I've told you I don't think I could ever forgive it."

"But dear, I gave you the gift. Haven't you yet learned to love immortality?" She spoke those words actually expecting him to enjoy this so-called gift. To cherish it the way she did. "You'll live for thousands of years, and see things humans only dream of."

"Live?" he asked in a stern voice. "I lost my children in the exchange! They were my life, without them I'm nothing more than a breathing corpse! A corpse that can still feel the loss. And then... what they did to them... nothing can make me embrace a group of monsters that would do that to children."

She looked so confused, she just couldn't grasp what he was saying. He reached forward to hold her cheek in his hand. She still cringed a little when he went to touch her in such a manner, at this type of touching that came naturally to him. The one who had turned her abused her for several years before he finally made her vampry. Serena had been the child of a woman he drained. And he kept Serena as his human servant until she was old enough to turn.

She would say very little about that time, just that he'd abused her before and after he turned her until he was finally destroyed. She never would speak much of his death either.

"Don, do you hate to be with me so terribly?" she asked with that confused pout of hers.

"No dear, I just wish things were different." he held her cheek in one hand and pulled her closer with the other. "You were barely 18 when you were taken. You hadn't had children yet. I don't think you can comprehend the love a parent has for them. To just want them to grow into happy adults and live a normal life. You know nothing else past being the slave of a vampire. I'll always want to be with you. I just wish you could understand."

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He awoke finding himself drinking something warm and both sweet and and bitter at the same time. As his eyes focused, he realized she had his head pressed against her chest. He had a passing thought of what she had done to make him pass out. That had never happened before. But that quickly passed as all he could concentrate on was drinking the warm liquid.

Soon she pulled him away from her breast. She had to be rather forceful because he did not want to stop. he couldn't seem to get his fill. His mind was groggy, but he managed to focus long enough to see a wound that was just to the left of her nipple heal before his eyes. He looked up at her face and saw a glimpse of an evil and sinister face, who's mouth was stained with blood. Her face quickly transformed back to the beautiful woman he had kissed so passionately just a few moments earlier.

She wiped the blood away from her mouth with her fingers, then stuck them in her mouth and sucked them clean. With the same reaction a smoker has when they see someone else reach for a cigarette, he slid his hand across his own mouth and looked at his hand. Blood covered his hand where he had wiped. Confused and a bit scared he asked, "What are you doing Serena?" As soon as he uttered the question his face contorted as a sharp pain from his gut took hold upon him. It spread through his entire body with unnerving speed.

As he laid there curled up in pain, he saw Serena smile down at him as she said, "Don't fight it. There's no way back now. Just let the gift take over. The pain will only last a moment, then you'll go to sleep. When you wake you'll be a new man, immortal, and forever with me."
"Wha...What the hell have you done to me!" he managed to yell out to her before, once again everything went black.

He woke again, but wasn't sure if he was awake. He wasn't sure if he was even alive. Everything was pitch black, but he felt awake. He could feel his body, surly he wasn't dead. He reached out in front of himself only to find his hands stopped by something heavy laying right above him.

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They walked along the dark beach. Nothing but the moon to light their way. The sound of cold foamy waves crashed against the shore of the northern beach. All the people who lived along the shore were snuggled in their beds for a chilly late fall evening. The two dark figures that walked the shoreline reflected on the years that had past since they met.

She reminisced of the time that he'd saved her from the men that had tried to kill her. She felt torn inside, half glad she'd repaid him in the way she did, because now she had his love with her forever. And tortured at the fact that as much as he loved her, he'd rather be dead than of lived the life he had.
She asks, "Would you change the night we met if you could? Would you have rather never met me? Do you wish you'd have let them kill me?"

"Don't be foolish." he replied, "I couldn't feel that way anymore than I could of watched them harm you. I could have done without those years I thought you were dead though."

Her face saddened and she looked down as she said, "You do wish you could go back and change that night though, don't you?"

"I told you, I've never regretted stopping them from hurting you." He told her in a strong and passionate voice.

"No," she looked up with saddened eyes, "I mean the next night. The night I gave you the gift."

An uncomfortable silence fell upon him as his mind drifted back to that night. The night she had come back to thank him for what he had done. He thought of the way she had seduced him. He remembered the deep kiss they shared in the house his parents owned. It had been used for storage except for one room he had cleaned out to live in when he had split with his wife.

He still thought fondly of how they had kissed and explored each other's bodies with their hands. How wonderful she felt next to his body as his hands first rubbed her back then slowly slid the zipper down undoing the back of her dress. And then he let his hand slip under her dress to her ass and he massaged it.

She pulled her dress down to expose her breasts and he started kissing her neck getting ready to work down to her breasts. She felt so cold and started to pull back to light the heater but she stopped him, and he continued down her neck. He could feel her kissing his neck too, he was hypnotized by the feeling. Then it came. He felt the pinch on his neck, then the sharp pain, then he slowly and erotically blacked out.