Date: Tue, 15 Oct 1996 08:12:19 MDT From: Robyn Meta Herrington Subject: SUB:CONTEST:Reverse Vampirism Reverse Vampirism I wondered quietly through the house, memorizing every corner and nook. When I was confident I knew all about the house, I left the way I had come in, through the door. I had no choice, it was part of my curse. I walked down the sidewalk, and wandered into one of the dark bars. The smoke hung thick like velvet curtains above the heads of the patrons. I inhaled it, letting it caress my lungs. I looked around. Couples of every possible combination danced together. In the far corner, a vampire and a werewolf were clinging to each other, in the throes of some passionate exchange. I sauntered over to the bar and ordered a Virgin Mary. The bartender grunted in disdain and mixed the pure synthetic drink. When he gave it to me, I only tipped him a quarter. I picked up my drink and sought out a table, waiting for my prey to arrive. He came in at one a.m., having just feasted. He had a brilliant glow about him, the look of a satiated vampire. I knew at once he would be my next victim. I sent a few mental probes out, enough to subtly draw his attention to me. He walked over. "Good Morning." "Afternoon," I purred. "Whichever, may I sit?" I nodded and gestured at the bench across from me. "Morgan," I smiled. "Damien," He reached across and took my hand. He leaned down, never breaking eye contact, and nipped my palm. "Charmed." "What a fitting name, Damien." It was. With those cold blue eyes and the black hair...the perfect combination. I wanted to do him there, but I couldn't draw attention. I sent out a mental probe to caress his reticular formation, hoping to some how entice him to offer to take me home. It worked. "How would you like me to take you home?" The quality of his voice almost made me forget my purpose. But the unbelievable drive of my curse brought me back to focus. "Mmmm, sounds fun." I purred again. Letting that little erotic growl take over the word "fun." Damien stood and took my hand, again nipping the palm, in the vampire kiss. I had to focus to keep my knees from trembling. "My house is right over here." I pulled him, ever so gently to the house I had chosen. I could never do this at my own apartment, it just wouldn't work to have to clean up the mess. He made a move to materialize through the door. "Wait," I said, a little too quickly. "It's just, well, I like to do it the way humans do, it's more erotic." I let my voice dip a little low on the last three words. He opened the door and we walked in. "Where?" His voice was dripping with desire. "The kitchen table." I led him to the kitchen and swept everything from the table. He physically picked me up and threw me down. I looked up to see his white, glistening fangs. His eyes clouded with the drug I injected into my palms. He seemed confused and full of lust. "Damien? Do it." He reached down to bite my neck, and I pierced his heart with the skewer I kept in my sleeve. He gasped, looked shocked, and drew back, blood pouring from the hole on his heart. He thrashed around, trying to leave the room, but I had anticipated that and blocked the room off with a spell. He fell to the ground crying in agony. I watched for a few minutes before walking up to him. "Damien? listen carefully. I want you to drink. If you do you will heal." I placed my wrist by his mouth. He looked up, confused and hurt, and still reeling from the drug. In the end, his need for survival won out, he hungrily sucked at my proffered wrist. I pulled it away when he had had enough. ***** I sat watching the sun rise, clean and showered after a hard day's work. All the houses around me were shuttered from the brightness of the night sun. No one stirred in the twilight, except me. I drank the hot tea I had made for myself to restore my strength. When the sun had completely come from behind the horizon, I went in to take a quick nap, not wanting to sleep through the whole night, even though I had been up most of the day. Damien stirred as I crawled in beside him. He looked at me with clear eyes, stunned for a moment, then quickly understanding. "You are one of them..." He didn't finish, he just noticed a ray of sunlight hitting his palm. He instinctively pulled away. But then held his hand again to the light, wary of burning. I reached over and lightly kissed his cheek. Yes I was one of them. My bite infected the undead... With life. ============================================================= -- -------+++++++-------+++++++ +++++++-------+++++++------- Robyn Herrington Operations Manager, Microforms Services University of Calgary, MacKimmie Library Ph: (403)220-6903 http://www.ucalgary.ca/~rmherrin rmherrin@acs.ucalgary.ca -------+++++++-------+++++++--------------+++++++-------+++++++-------