Erotic Horror - A Dark and Deadly Lover - 1

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"You know you like it when I take you in my mouth, Daray. Grow for me, my lover, my mate." She continued and chuckled softly as his cock quivered losing control of his own body because of her voice, her lure as always.

Her hands slid around, cupping his buttocks and jerking him forward just as she opened her mouth and sucked him inside. A roar of fury echoed inside the large chamber. With no gag reflex she took him in deep, nearly all the way to the hilt and dropping her fangs, she rode each side of his delicious cock back to the tip. He ripened almost instantly and the vibration of her laugh rocketed up his entire body. His hatred grew until he was consumed by it, pushing away all other thoughts, all other feelings, even the action of her mouth riding hungrily along his length.

Anise knew the moment he drew into himself, shutting out all other sensations except his hatred of her. She pulled to the enlarging head then used the suction of her mouth to draw him back and he barked out when his senses returned, jerking slightly back. One of her fangs razed his rigid flesh and he bit back another sharp hiss of breath, knowing the taste of his blood would drive her mad.

The suction increased, drawing out more blood that continued to fill him. One hand came back around his thigh to reach beneath, squeezing the filling sacs, urging him toward release. She hummed around him, again the vibration shooting up his body and the loathing settled in as he felt his hips start to rock. Anise took up the rhythm, drawing back, sinking down in opposition to his movements until she could feel him filling, the surge of his climax rising swiftly from the swollen sacs beneath until he exploded with a howl of blind fury.

He passed out before his climax ended and Anise pulled away, licking her lips, savoring the delicious flavor of his seed and blood. A few days spent like this, his bloodlust building would be sufficient and to add to his humiliation she would come to him each night after feeding and repeat her actions this night. And if she found the whore that dared attempt to lay claim to him, he would watch her die, just as he had watched his frail mother's life slip away so long ago.

With a soft chuckle, Anise leaned forward, pressing her lips to his still damp cock and leaving him unconscious she departed, believing he was safe from being found before she was ready to release him.

Daray was nearly mad with hunger the following day. He alternated between freezing cold and a raging fever. His muscles contracted and released, contracted and released, his entire body throbbed and ached until finally it ceased feeling anything at all.

He could make nothing out in the distance any longer, his vision clouded with his hunger and continuing weakness, most thoughts centering on keeping the madness at bay. Anise would laugh at him, hurt him and use him when she returned, just as she always had and for a fleeting moment he believed this time would be the time he gave in. He would fight her no longer, the decades of suffering, forced to remain without friends or company other than her own, all the humiliation she inflicted was becoming more and more difficult to struggle against. His dry, cracked lips moved, yet no coherent words passed as his mind formed the statement she wanted from him.

Say it, St. John... just say the words to her and your suffering stops. His mind screamed and again his lips moved with the simple statement.

"I... submit." The raspy words at last strained past his lips, echoing in the building, yet no one was there to hear them this time. His fading sanity rushed back in that split second and he sucked in what little air he could manage into his burning lungs.

Thank God... thank God... He mused silently and drifted back into unconsciousness.

When he had awakened once more to find himself still alone, Daray spent hours screaming, swearing and cursing until his lungs could no longer pull in enough oxygen to drive his voice. His belly was on fire, and it felt as if every vein in his body was shriveling beneath his flesh. He could only see in reddish shadows now, his bloodlust increasing with each passing moment. His heart slowed to a dangerously low level with the loss of blood and the need for fresh to keep it pumping and once again he prayed for death only to be refused once more.

So paralyzed in his fragile condition he did not hear the footsteps approaching or the hisses of words and gasps of surprise. His blurry eyes did catch the red shadows moving in his direction, but he could no longer focus and in his throat a gurgle of laughter choked off as at last the madness seemed to settle in and he believed that his prayers had finally been answered. Death was not a single entity, but from the shadows a group. At long last he could find peace and eternal sleep and he welcomed it with open arms. Literally.

Keeping to the shadows with their unconscious trophy the group of vampires moved through the city. They would be heralded with glory when they arrived for they all knew who this man was. Killing him before others would show the older, stronger vampires that they could be taken into their folds, rising to the top of the chain so to speak.

The blood upon his body was greedily lapped away once they had removed him from his diverted cross, the power they felt from just that little giving them even more bravado and strength to accomplish their task. By taking out Daray St. John, draining him of every last ounce of his power-enhancing blood they felt they could easily take on one of the most powerful and destroy her as well. They moved on through the night with gleeful chuckles of excitement.

Excited voices met her the moment Carla entered the warehouse after feeding and going to the park in an attempt to catch Daray again. The dawn was growing near, her fellow vampires should have been retiring to the darkest recesses of the massive structure, but too many milled about, excitement amid their masses.

"What's going on?" Carla demanded as she crossed to the biggest group and her heart shot up to her throat, her breathing stopped altogether at the sight that greeted her.

Lying upon the floor, a filthy rug covering his lower body was Daray. He was deathly pale, his lips a sickening blue. His wrists were raw, bleeding only slightly and down his arms and his sides were what looked to be traces of blood greedily licked at. He was very, very close to death from the looks of it and panic kicked in.

"Daray!" She cried and dropped to her knees beside him, both hands cupping his cool face.

"He's ours, bitch!" A young male vampire snarled, shoving his way through the gathered crowd.

"Yea, we found him all trussed up like a Christmas goose just waiting to be bled!" Another piped in.

"Do you know who this is?" Carla demanded, her eyes snapping up to the young pups.

"Do you think we're stupid? Of course we know who it is!" The first male barked in laughter.

"It's the all mighty Daray St. John. Not so all mighty right now though, is he?" Another joined in and Carla's anger mounted.

"Don't forget, you promised me I could fuck him before we killed him!" A female voice rang out.

"Yea, and from what I saw, all the rumors we've heard are true!" Another female announced, the laughter in her voice causing Carla's anger to rise to a dangerous level.

"You fools!" An older vampire stepped through the crowd.

"Do you realize what you have done? Anise will track him here, she will kill us all!" The elder added in alarm and a rush of worry filled the warehouse.

"He'll be dead long before she can home in on him, don't worry." One of the younger vamps that had brought Daray here shouted back with an ugly chuckle.

"I heard she can't track him if he's unconscious. All we have to do is drain him before he can wake up." Another of the group added to the melee.

"You stupid little idiot!" The elder snarled as she too dropped down to her knees on the other side of Daray's form.

"Drinking his blood would be like a beacon to Anise. If it's inside you she will find any and all who takes it and trust me, your death will be very, very painful and long lasting." She added, one gnarled hand lifting to stroke back a wayward lock of hair that had fallen over his forehead, almost reverently.

"What has he ever done to you to make you hate him?" Carla demanded vehemently, her eyes daring any one of them to take a step toward Daray and their silence was her answer. Nothing.

"He's dying, his wounds are not healing, and he needs nourishment." The elder woman stated in concern.

"Do you think Anise did this to him?" Carla asked, her attention now returning to the man on the cold concrete floor.

"As another form of her warped way of punishing him, yes." The elder answered, her bony fingers now moving down the side of Daray's face in a gentle caress.

"Do you know him, old one?" Carla could not help but ask at the other's concern and tearful blue eyes that were no longer bright lifted, a sad smile upon her lips.

"He is my son." She announced and the room fell silent in stunned astonishment.

"You're his... his mother?" Carla asked breathlessly and the old one nodded.

"T'was the night before his wedding. We were having a celebration when he went missing." The old woman began.

"I did not wish to alarm the revelers so I went in search of him. I found him alone, naked, and dead. The marks upon his throat told me what had happened and I knew that his turning was already taking place. I knew too that I could not return him home, that he could not be buried upon consecrated ground. If the colony discovered what he was going to turn into they would have destroyed him. I could not let that happen to him." The woman began to cry openly now, still caressing the beloved face of the man that was at one time had been human.

"I left him there, there was nothing I could do. When he awoke the bloodlust would have been upon him and it would have devastated him afterward to know he had killed me during his need."

"When I returned with a friend to remove his body, he was gone. I intended to bury him on consecrated ground anyway, amid the graves of my own kin so that he could not arise again, but Anise had returned and taken him as her mate. Madness of my son's death, of what he had been turned into forced me to turn my back on the rest of my family, on my friends and I sought only to find him as he was my only son, my pride and joy." She paused as her cries choked off her words for a few moments of intense silence.

"I did find him eventually as you might guess." She continued once she had regained her composure.

"Anise was punishing him for something. He begged me to leave him, to get away before she returned and found me with him, but I could not. I could not leave my son again. He had been whipped. His back was raw, bloody whelps, but healing even as we spoke and although he did not tell me of other times I knew simply from the look in his eyes that he had suffered at her hands."

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"I in turn begged him to let me release him, to flee with me, but he refused, telling me that because Anise had been the one to turn him, to claim him as her mate he could never be free of her, that no matter where he went, she could find him."

"I was still there when she returned and to further add to his degradation she drained my blood before his very eyes while he was chained to a wall. After that she released him and as I lay dying in his arms, his tears spilling onto my face, he gave my life back to me. He used his own blood to bring me back, and in the process turning me." She ended her heart wrenching tale, falling over Daray, her frail shoulders shaking as she sobbed openly and no one, not even the younger vamps that had brought Daray to the warehouse spoke as the sobs grew in volume.

Carla allowed the woman time to grieve, to hold and touch the precious son she had given her life for. As she waited, recollections of seeing the older woman arrive nearly the same time she had crawled to the surface. Did the woman know of the times that she and Daray had come together? Did she know of their connection?

When the graying head lifted, her eyes puffy and swollen from her tears, her gaze met Carla's, answering her questions without a single word. She knew.

"How... how long did you search for him?" Carla heard herself ask, thinking that back in their time his mother would not have been an elderly woman.

"Nearly fifty years." She answered; her gaze growing distant with memories then shook them off to once more gaze down upon the unconscious man.

"He needs blood." She whispered and promptly proceeded to jerk at the sleeve of her ragged shirt, exposing her forearm.

"Have you fed this evening?" Carla shot a hand out to wrap around the too small wrist, stopping her from lowering it to her son's mouth.

"No, but I will." The woman answered, tugging slightly at her held hand.

"Please, let me because I've fed considerably tonight and I can always go back out again before sunrise." Carla offered and the woman's eyes warmed in gratitude and she nodded, pulling free of the younger woman's hold.

There was no need for Carla to lift a sleeve, not with the type of clothing she wore. Lifting her exposed wrist to her mouth her fangs dropped and without another thought she bit down, straight into the vein.

Blood sprang like a geyser from the punctures and she quickly put her forearm to Daray's blue lips. Instinct alone had him opening his mouth, no need to inhale the scent. Carla's head snapped back, a tightening had her clenching her knees together to stop the flow of need. The feel of him sucking, swallowing, his tongue working against her flesh was shockingly erotic and Carla felt the grips of a climax just from his feeding.

His hands shot up, gripping her hand and near her elbow in what would have been a bone-crushing hold to a human, yet Carla simply gritted her teeth and fought the sensations working through her body.

"Enough, my love." His mother whispered, hand back on his forehead to push him away.

Slivers of dark eyes glittered from beneath lush black lashes, confusion brought down his brows as his shuttered gaze shifted from Carla to the older woman hovering at the opposite side.

"M... mother..." He forced the word out of his mouth, his lips still slightly blue.

"Oh, Daray, my sweet, sweet son..." The woman lapsed into another fit of sobs and once more draped over him, her small arms failing to wrap around those big set of shoulders.

His gaze shifted once more, back to Carla and she gave him a tentative smile. He still looked horrible although the most beautiful creature she could have ever imagined and the thickly lashed lids dropped once more. He had not the strength to remain awake, which for all of them, at the moment was a good thing.

"Grab hold of his arms, we've got to get him out of here." Someone ordered and blind fury hit Carla all at once.

She shot to her feet in a defensive posture, fangs dropping fully, and eyes wild in challenge.

"Touch him and die!" She growled in a feral tone.

"Carla, if he stays here..." One of her acquaintances stepped from the crowd, leaving her cautionary statement unfinished.

"For crying out loud, Carla, he's Anise's mate. She won't stop at anything to find him and take him back. You heard his mother's words just like the rest of us!" Another friend shouted, his voice cracking somewhat in fear.

"He's nothing to us. I say we just gather him up and take him as far away from here and dump him. Anise will find him eventually." Another shout rang out.

"Before the sun rises?" His mother snarled, also rising to her feet.

"Who cares if he fries, just one less mouth to feed?" One of the group that had originally brought him here shot back and the elder woman flashed across the distance that separated them, grabbing a handful of his shirt to jerk him to within a breath of her face, her rage clear.

"You... and your friends, answer me this..." She growled savagely, "You kill for sport not just for hunger. Suppose, just suppose it were your mother, your sister, brother, father that became food or a toy to someone like yourselves, how would you feel?" She demanded and some of the smugness in his face faltered.

"Daray does not kill, he never has. He takes only what he needs to survive and he has the ability to make his host forget if he chooses. Anise and you and your kind kill, destroy and mutilate. What if you are out one night and you come across a corpse and that corpse is what is left of one of YOUR family members?" She pushed her point and all of the smugness departed, his face paled, eyes dropped.

"But you said... you said she can track him." He managed to whine.

"She can track him ONLY if he is awake!" She raged and suddenly an idea came to Carla's mind, her sharp intake of breath drew their attention.

"I know I'm not the only one that hates Anise, all that she is, all that she does." She began even as her plan began to take shape in her mind.

Daray's mother released her hold upon the young man's shirt and turning, her eyes brightening and a smile playing across her lips.

"You have thought of a way to destroy the bitch." She stated in a hushed tone and Carla nodded absently, images playing out in her mind in full clarity.

She would kill Anise, hopefully, freeing Daray and perhaps, just perhaps, claim him for herself. Unlike his current mate, she would not punish him, inflict no harm or no pain, only spend the rest of eternity in his arms, in his bed.

A chilling yet very satisfied smile curled her lips at both corners and as the plans flash in her mind's eye, Carla began calling out instructions to the gathered group.

"Toby, you work at the morgue. We need blood for Daray to keep him alive." She shifted her gaze to another acquaintance.

"Olivia, you pull midnight shift at the local hospital. We need drugs, something that is strong enough to keep him unconscious until we need him awake." She continued and could literally feel the excitement growing around the massive room. This just might work.