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 Title: Child of the Night
Author: Starlight Requiem
Keywords: (MF) (MFF, blood) (MMF, anal)

   Other Keywords: (vamp) Date: 12/11/2005



   The figure slipped from the shadows to stand before the entryway to
Castle Belmont.  It had been 3 long years since Erevis Belmont had left his
families ancestral home to battle the evil of Dracula and his minions. 
Erevis pulled the hood down to conceal his features and stepped forward to
knock 3 booming times upon the hard oaken door.  A maid answered and asked,
rather abruptly, who was he to come knocking at this time of night.  "Go
find your Master girl.  Tell him his son, Erevis, has returned." The maid's
eyes widen and she curtsied, before scurrying off up the stairs.  Erevis
chuckles softly at her timidness.  Walking inside he paused to admire the
beautiful works of art covering the walls and columns.  I have missed this
place, he thought to himself.  Walking to the left of the entryway he came
into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of chilled wine.

   Charles Belmont lifted his head from his writing table at the soft
knock. No longer a young man, the gray-haired warrior now spent his days
cataloguing the monsters he had seen and defeated in his younger days, in
hopes that future generations of Belmont's could have some bit of lore
about their enemy and hopefully a record to help ease the task of their
destruction.  "Come in.", he said, his voice still a gentle bass.  The maid
came in, "My lord, I am sorry to interrupt your writings, but a young man
claiming to be your son, Erevis, is downstairs." Charles needed to hear no
more, leaping from the desk he strode passed Maria and headed downstairs as
fast as his old legs would carry him.  To think after all this time without
a letter or tidings, His son had returned!!  , Alive and hopefully well. 
Charles felt several tears run down his face.  Erevis had been mourned as
being killed by the forces of evil.  Charles hurried into the main entry,
his eyes straying to the slight bits of dirt leading to the kitchen. 
Stepping up, he banged the door open.

   Erevis leaped to his feet as the door banged open whirling and drawing
his blade in one motion.  Seeing only his aged father he slipped the blade
back into its sheath and sat back down with his wine.  Charles, after a
moment of shock, walked over and put his arm on his son's shoulder.  Erevis
lifted the glass of blood-red wine and finished it in one gulp.  Charles
noticing something wrong with his son moved to close the door and moved to
sit across from Erevis.  "Tell me of your adventures son.  You must have
passed through hell and back." Erevis placed the glass back down on the
table and slowly slid his hood back to reveal bloody irises and the tips of
two small fangs showing under his upper lip.  "You can say I have been to
the gates of Hell itself Father." Erevis said in a soft voice, "and
beyond!"

   Charles fell back with a gasp, "My God son!  What has happened to you?"
"I was t-turned....  about 2 years ago.", Erevis said allowing his hood to
fall back on his shoulders.  "You must tell me of this my son.", Charles
said filling two glasses with wine, sure that before this tale was over
they would need more.  "It is getting late father.", Erevis said looking to
the window.  "I must retire to sleep soon.  I had thought the cellar would
be a nice enough place for my rest?" "Of course Erevis.  Go and find some
peace in your rest.  I will see you when you awaken for the night.",
Charles said shakily.  Erevis nodded once and strode from the kitchen
heading to the cool darkness of the cellars to sleep during the sunlit
hours.  Charles sat there a few moments, horrified at what had happened to
his son, he lifted the wine glass and downed it in a single swallow, then
after a moment he took its companion and downed it as well, before heading
to his room to try and get a bit of rest.

   The following night found Charles and Erevis seated in Charles's study.
Erevis had a water skin Charles hadn't noticed the night before and drank
from it sparingly.  Charles sat back in the chair behind his desk, waiting
for Erevis to relive the nightmare of the last three years.  Erevis placed
the skin at his side, then a bit hesitantly; he began to recount what had
happened to him on his travels.

   Erevis' Story

   After I left the castle, I headed north to the village to gather some
supplies and see if there were any rumors of the Children of the Night. 
One old man said there was another village about 75 miles to the west that
had been having strange disappearances in the night and horrible sounds
coming from the forest just north of there.  I thanked him for the
information and made my way towards Hampford.  It was a small village,
maybe a couple hundred people living and farming the surrounding fields. 
As I rode in the people fled from me, terror evident in their faces.  After
some doing I managed to get an old woman to talk with me.  Her voice
quavered and cracked as she spoke, at one point she broke down and cried in
my arms.  According to her several months before people had began
disappearing.  At first it was only when they were outside during the
moonlit hours.  As time went on, however, people were taken from their beds
while they slept, to the horror and sorrow of there loved ones the
following morning.

   At this Erevis paused, his breathing coming slowly for several moments
as he took another sip from the skin.  Charles took a drink from his mug of
coffee as Erevis continued.  No doubt I was dealing with actions brought on
by the minions of evil.  I thanked the old woman and assured her I would
handle the ones responsible for these kidnappings.  I turned and headed for
the center of the village; behind me I could hear her shouting prayers for
me and my good deeds for her village.  Arriving at the center, I walked
into the church to have a word with the friar that resided there.  I told
him what I had planned and he readily agreed to aid my cause.  Together we
spent the rest of that day putting together vials of holy water and wooden
stakes.  He showed me to a small cot where i could rest from my long
journey and prepare myself for the hunt the following morning.

   When I awoke, the sun was shining in through a small window.  I gathered
up my weapons and headed for the door.  Before I left the friar stopped me,
laying a prayer upon my sword and wished me a safe hunt.  Striding outside
I climbed up onto my horse and set off towards the forest.  What a foul and
disgusting place it was.  I was forced to leave my horse and walk before I
had ridden ten feet into it.  Her eyes rolled wildly and she snorted. 
Something evil laired within and she knew it.  I drew my sword and started
hacking through the underbrush.

   Here his voice cracked and he fell silent for a moment, pain etched on
his face.  Charles sat back wondering what horror had done this to his son.
Erevis took a deep breath, then continued.  I waded through the forest, a
dark and terrible dread building in the pit of my stomach.  Where were the
animals?  No birds nested in those dark and twisted trees.  Truly this was
a forest mired in death.  I heard a noise from the left.  I turned to face
it...but n-nothing was there.  That's when the trap sprung.  Something
struck me in the back of my head.  I-I must have blacked out.  Later,
hours? days?  I do not recall.  I awoke in a stone room with a barred door.
It was musty and dank, dark things skittered among the shadows.  My weapons
and armor had been stripped; I was left only with a cotton cloth to cover
myself.  A chill permeated the cell....  the chill of death and evil.  I
sat there, on that damp stone floor, I still do not know how long.  After a
time the door opened and two men rushed in to grab me.  I struggled, Gods
how I struggled, but they had supernatural strength.  It wasn't hard to
determine they were nosferatu, the living dead.  A woman came in and I felt
my will melt away.

   I sagged in their arms as she approached, it was as if a spell had come
over my body, crushing what strength and resolve I had left, her lips
parted revealing her gleaming fangs, darkness took me as I felt her bite
into my neck, my last thought, death had finally come to claim me.  Erevis
paused, unconsciously rubbing the left side of his neck; Charles could see
a pinprick from the vampiress' fangs.  What followed were several days of
the most hellish nightmares one could have and stay sane.  My blood boiled
as the venom forced its way through my veins, transforming me into one of
her ilk.  Slowly the pain receded, and my captors returned with a scantily
clad young girl, her eyes were glazed over; her spirit had long since been
beaten and tortured from her body.  Laughing, one stabbed a pair of holes
into her neck and threw her to the floor in front of me.  At first, my
thoughts were of how I could vanquish the two guards and rescue this poor
girl...but then...pulsating...I could hear it, a soft tha-thump sound....
growing louder to my ears...then the smell of blood came to me...at once I
was repulsed.  Yet hunger tore through my body.  The pulsating
quickened...my hunger grew...raging like some kind of bonfire...I needed
something...anything to cure this madness tearing through my body...without
knowing I had grabbed her and was licking the blood from her neck...my
stomach lurched I needed blood I realized!!  Horrified, I tried to push her
away.  Yet I could not.  The next thing I knew her soft life's blood was
flowing down my throat as I hungrily gnawed at her tender flesh.  Finally
the hunger abated, her body drained.  The guards took her body and dragged
it out and then the mysterious woman made her appearance, the door closing
and being locked behind her.

   At this Erevis choked off, his voice cracking under the strain of
memories resurfacing in his mind.  He took the skin and drank from it, then
wiped a tear from one eye.  Charles felt a moment of sadness for his son,
to have endured such torments and horror.  If only that had been all, but
Charles felt in his heart that the horror inflicted upon his son had yet to
be finished.  She spoke then; her voice was husky and made my heart leap
into my throat, such a beauty yet devoted to evil.  She told me she was the
Master of this cadre of vampires and that now I was to be her slave.  With
that she put her hand to my throat and lifted me as easily as if I were a
babe.  My eyes widened at her power, through her touch I felt an ages old
power flowing through her veins, I knew this foe was more powerful than any
I had ever seen...maybe even as powerful as Dracula himself.

   Smirking up at me she dropped me back to the floor and opened her robe
revealing soft creamy flesh beneath.  I tried to look away, but her power
compelled my mind forcing my eyes to admire her full breasts and the soft
patch of blonde fur above her cleft.  As I sat there, spellbound, she
parted her legs and a gleaming drop of dew fell from between them.  Come to
me she said, and I captivated crawled to kneel before her.  Taking my head
in her hand she dug her nail into the soft underside of my chin.  I gasped
at the pain, yet for some reason it felt good.  Wasting no time at all she
pulled my face to her flower and began to rub it up and down my face.  I
tried to resist but the air was getting so hot in the cell.... 
something....  a strange smell wafted in....it awoke a carnal beast within
me...I cared nothing for anything but pleasing her....  and please her I
did.  Somewhere in my mind I watched helpless through glazed eyes as my
tongue began to caress her, running up and down the petals of her flower,
to swirl about the soft rose bud at the top.  The vampiress let out a moan,
roughly jerking my head and pressing her rosebud past my lips, grinding
herself against me.  I could feel the cloth slip to one side as my member,
excited at the dampness of her tender flesh strained and bulged upwards.

   Seeing this, she forced me down onto my back, and lowered herself onto
me, taking me deep inside herself.  Waves of pleasure rolled through my
body as she began to roll her hips over my organ, her breasts swayed above
me as she moved.  Reaching up my hands found her, rubbing and fondling her
soft pink nipples.  Leaning down, she pressed them into my face and I
opened my mouth to caress one with my tongue, in doing so I felt the sharp
tip of a fang touch it...anger tore through me and I did the only thing I
could think of.  I bit down into the soft flesh over her breast.  And she
laughed and only rode me harder.  Truly she was a sinful thing, but I could
not restrain it any longer, my orgasm exploded inside her and I feel back,
my body feeling drained and tired.  She pulled herself from me and turned
to lie atop me, her lips engulfed my flesh, I was amazed at how she used
her tongue and fangs to skillfully bring it back to its previous firmness.
I couldn't think of the matter further, for at that moment her loins begin
a grinding dance on my face, smearing the remnants of our love making over
my face.  I took my tongue and used it as best I could, straining to catch
her and impale her with it.  Suddenly her orgasm took her and my mouth was
flooded with her sweet nectar.

   She lay there atop me for a moment then she stood and looked down at me
laying there, covered with juices from us both, I think you are going to do
quite nicely as my slave.  At that a strong compulsion came over my mind
and I found myself saying Yes Mistress.  To my horror, I found that it felt
pleasant to say that to her.  Smiling a small secretive smile she walked
out and the door slammed shut behind her.  I lay down and slept.  The next
day?  night?, I could no longer say since I could not see the sun from my
prison, my guards returned with a shirt and pair of breeks, slipping them
on I was led to a dimly lit throne room, in the center was a gaudy looking
gold throne, best with many gems, likely plundered from various places. 
Upon it sat my temptress and seducer, she later told me her name was
Katerina, but I was to call her Mistress till she said otherwise.  She
commanded me to kneel beside her throne, and like a cowardly dog I went and
kneeled beside her.  Revulsion at what I had become filled my mind...as
well as a slight hunger.  I realized that soon I must need feed this blood
Thirst.

   Kat smirked, somehow knowing my hunger was growing with the passing
hours.  Don't worry my pet; tonight you will have your fill.  I was
skeptical of this.  What atrocities did she have planned for me?  I was
soon to find out.  For not long after she stood and motioned for me to
follow...alone.  We walked through dark passages.  I can't remember how far
we were underground.  Finally we arrived to a large room.  I knew before
entering that it was going to be unpleasant...from the moans coming
piteously from inside.  Inside were....  perversions of every nature. 
Women, and some men, chained to the walls, strapped to tables, in every
sort of twisted perverted position Katerina could devise...all for her to
get her sick and perverted pleasures from.

   At this Erevis gripped the arm of his chair tightly, his face twisted
into a grim rictus.  Charles was horrified when the arm was ripped off. 
Truly his son had obtained the nosferatu's supernatural strength.  Erevis
took another swallow from the half-empty skin.  Charles was hesitant to ask
what it contained inside.  Erevis closed his eyes for a moment and then
continued the horrific tale.  Kat led me to a bed where lay a beautiful
farm girl, her eyes wide at some unknown terror she perceived was about to
be inflicted....  or maybe it wasn't a terror about to be performed.... 
Yes!  That was it for the air began to fill with that sweet cloying scent
and my loins twitched in response.  I could see the soft red lips between
the girls thighs begin to glisten at her arousal.  Without a word Kat began
to strip her clothing away, almost by themselves my hands started to remove
my clothing as well.  Around me I could hear the moans and groans of the
other prisoners, their bodies in the throes of passion.  Kat obviously
liked to hear them moaning and aching for a release while she pleasured
herself with one of their number.  Saying nothing to me, she climbed onto
the bed and straddled the girl's face.  At once the girl buried her tongue
into Kat's creamy slit and began to furiously thrust in.  I climbed onto
the bed, my organ throbbing with need, again that carnal beast rose within
me, straining for freedom, dominating my mind.

   I almost leaped to the bed coming down between the girl's thighs.  I
looked up as her tongue ran up to Kat's nether opening and snake its way
inside, eliciting a panting moan from the vampiress.  Without another
thought I bent my head and parted the girls lips exposing her gleaming red
inner flesh and running my tongue across it.  The girl squeaked at my touch
and began to moan as she reamed out Katerina.  Laying myself down I began
to slide my tongue past her creamy lips tasting her dew flowing freely into
my mouth.  Kat turned herself so the girl could get in deeper and my eyes
ran up her body, watching as her hands ran across her breasts, the small
claws of her fingers tracing across the fang marks where I had bitten her.
Looking down she smirked and asked if I liked watching this girl licking
her.  I nodded burrowing my tongue deep inside the girl, rewarded with a
flood as her orgasm tore through her young body.  Kat laughed as I pulled
my face away, motioning me forward to kiss her.

   And kiss we did.  My body tingled and throbbed when her lips pressed to
mine, my loins ached for the embrace of her flesh.  Pulling away from the
girl, Katerina laid back on the bed.  And I went to her.  Hungrily I buried
my rigid flesh inside her, thrusting like a man possessed.  Over and over I
plunged myself into her depths, her head was back and she was panting. 
Much to my surprise the farm girl got up and pressed herself to Kat's lips
kissing her eagerly.  And then she straddled the vampire's face and began
to ride her!!  This only fueled my ardor and I began to pound myself into
her.  I watched as a drop of blood ran its way down Katerina's chin and
realized she must have bitten the girl in her most intimate of places.  And
the girl liked it!  Moaning she rocked her hips over the vampire's darting
tongue and fangs her juices and blood mingling....  making my hunger ache
within me.  I was horrified that I was becoming as perverted and disgusting
as the vampiress...yet at the same time a joy was filling me.

   Kat pushed the girl away and bade me kneel on the bed.  I moved to
comply and she and the girl got to their knees, playfully fighting over
which would get to lick and caress my throbbing member.  I kneeled there as
first one then the other wrapped their lips around me and gave me sweet
pleasure.  While one was using her lips and tongue to suck on me the other
let her tongue slip down below, to caress and fondle my balls.  Truly no
man could take such treatment for very long and I was no exception. 
Throwing my head back I let out a moaning roar as thick ropes spurted from
the tip covering both girl's faces and mouths.  I collapsed back, such an
orgasm it was!  My body was utterly spent.  Weakly I noted the Thirst upon
me...the need for blood strong...I thought I would die...I was too weak to
feed myself.  How could I get the blood needed for my unholy existence? 
Katerina solved the problem for me.  Leaning her head between the girl's
thighs she bit deeply into her tender flesh.  The girl, apparently used to
this, straddled my head and rubbed herself over my lips.  Hungrily I
swallowed the blood and juices running into my mouth.  Katerina pleased
with this settled herself down to suck and lick at my blood-filled organ.

   Soon the hunger left me, the girls movements atop my face had grown
weak. Slowly she toppled to one side drifting to sleep.  Katerina looked up
at me, her mouth full of my stiffened member.  I watch, unsure of what was
to happen.  And that's when I felt it....  her fang bit into the soft under
flesh of my organ.  Blood flowed from the wound into her mouth; her head
bobbed up and down, pleasure rolled through me.  Yet pain also as blood
flowed out into her mouth.  It wasn't long before I orgasmed.  And in some
sort of grim cocktail, she swallowed it and the blood, and then licked to
wound magically healing it with her black arts.  I lay there as she crawled
up my body and pressed her lips to mine.  I could taste blood and myself
upon her lips....  but I no longer cared.  My eyes fell closed and I
slept...

   This went on for months...by day we slept....  by night Katerina pursued
the pleasures of the flesh.  And I followed willingly.  Finally an
opportunity presented itself...my strength had increased with the more
victims I drained.  One day we were in the pleasure chamber...she led me
across it to a muscular man chained to the wall.  Going to her knees she
began to suck him, cupping his balls in her hand as her lips glided up and
down his shaft.  Moving behind her I kneeled and slid my tongue across her
firm buttocks.  I had learned by then that this was a favored pleasure of
hers.  She licked, sucked, and teased the man, bringing him achingly close
to orgasm then stopping and letting it recede.  Finally she stood and
lifted her left leg and wrapped it around his waist.  Then in one motion
she impaled herself on his member as her fangs bit lightly into his neck.
Turning she beckoned me to enter her from behind.  I stood and went to her,
sheathing myself into her tightened nether region.  The man by now had
grabbed her hips and was beginning to thrust into her, forcing her back
onto my impaling spike.  Not to be outdone I began to thrust into her as
well, as one we three moved back and forth, one entering as one left,
bouncing her back and forth between us.  Katerina moaned deep in her
throat, obviously loving the way we were doing her.  I leaned close and
sunk my fangs into her neck and drank deeply of her blood and essence.  As
always however, she stopped me before I drank very much, pushing my head
back.

   The three of us remained like this, tied together by our lust and sex.
The male was the first to orgasm, filling her flower with his hot seed. 
Katerina soon followed collapsing against his chest, I continued to pound
into her from behind, my own orgasm fast approaching...Katerina was
panting...my chance....  I must be free!!...I thrust in deeply filling her
with my seed.  Katerina sagged between us...the males hanging from the
chains....  quickly now....  I looked around....  something.... 
ANYTHING....  I had to destroy this perverted she-devil of lusts and carnal
delights....  I spied something on a table nearby...She never was this
careless....  she only tortured them when I was elsewhere....  never in my
sight....  but still....  always before...the tools of her trade had been
kept hidden....  my chance had come....  reaching out I grabbed the cruelly
barbed instrument and jammed it into her back, thrusting it into her foul
heart.

   Katerina let out a wail, her body turning to dust, as I pulled myself
from her and looked around wildly for some kind of weapon to use against
her minions.  I felt a loss at her death...but then oddly I
felt...stronger. More vitality than I had ever known flowed through my
veins.  I had somehow taken her power as my own.  Strengthening myself. 
Enhancing my body and mind.  I was Master now!!  Taking the instrument from
the pile of ash, I looked around at the rest of the prisoners.  Who would
be free of this and return to their families?  Several got wild fanatic
gleams in their eyes and started struggling against their chains as if to
attack me, three however began to yell for me to free them so they could
return to their loved ones.  And free them I did, taking the lead we began
a grim march through the passages of the old temple, for a temple it had
once been, I knew there was at least half a dozen lesser vampires that
served her, but I had her power now, and they could not stop me.  What
followed was a grisly macabre slaughter.  One by one, we came upon them, in
various positions of rest and repose.  And one by one I slaughtered them. I
tore one apart with my bare hands, As we went we secured weapons for myself
and the other man, the two females held back with rude clubs made of table
legs I had wrenched free.  Finally we arrived at the entrance and a gleam
of sunshine fell through a crack in the door.  I knew I could not leave so
I bade the three returns to their village and live their lives in peace and
happiness.

   They praised me and begged me to come with them.  I could not bear to
tell them I was of kin with their captors.  Finally they fled and I spent
the day in exploration of the vampire lair.  I found myself the armor and
weapons you saw me wearing last night.  And the hooded cloak to conceal my
features.  And then I left the den; I had discovered fodder for horses
inside the main entryway and soon located a trio of horses sheltered in one
of the rooms.  As soon as the sun was down I stood at the entrance and I
fell to my knees beseeching God to purge this foul den of evil.  I don't
know what it was that happened.  One moment the sky was dark with night,
the stars shining, and then as if the Almighty had unleashed his entire
wrath a mighty thunderstorm sprang into being.  I leaped onto the horse and
rode as if my life depended on it.  And depend on it, it most surely did.
For as I rode away I heard a loud booming, looking back I saw lightning
bolt after lightning bolt raining down on the temple, burning and scouring
the rock as it collapsed in upon itself.  After that I fled back towards
here.  Spending my days secluded in darkened inn rooms or caves.  Wherever
I could find respite from the sun's piercing cleansing gaze.  Finally I
have found my way back home.



   Charles sat back, amazed at his son's trials, "You have done well son."
Erevis looked up at his father, "Then you aren't upset at what has happened
to me?" "How can I be?  God has given you this test to prove you were
worthy to be called a Belmont.  You defeated a foe far greater than any I
encountered.  And you triumphed!  I am proud of you my son." Charles got up
and walked around the desk, putting his arm on Erevis' shoulders, "Come the
sunlight is soon to rise and you must be in the cellar." "No Father."
Erevis replied standing up to face the his father, "I-I came back to ask
that you slay me.  I have lived through hell and back.  And I have defeated
a den of evil vampire...but I am one of the cursed ones now.  And I ask
that you set me free of this curse."



   Charles looked at his son, sadness in his eyes, "If that is your wish,
my son, then I pray God have mercy on your tormented soul and finds a place
for you at his side in Heaven." with that Charles walked to the desk and
lifted a silver dagger blade from its resting place.  Erevis nodded,
acceptance to his fate, and embraced his father.  Charles embraced his son
tightly; tears streaming freely down his face.  As the morning sun began to
shine through the window of the study, Charles Belmont slid his dagger
through his son's back and into his heart.  As the cleansing sun rose
higher, Erevis' body began to burn leaving bits of ash on his fathers arm.
Charles fell to his knees as all that remained of his son turned to ash
before him.  Maria coming in to announce breakfast, saw her Lord on his
knees before a pile of ash, and turns wiping tears from her eyes, already
knowing what it had come to.  Charles got to his feet, the hilt of the
dagger digging into the flesh of his hand.  This war is only begun now...he
thought to himself...hatred filling his mind.  But righteous anger flooding
his heart...



   Thus did God gain a new holy warrior to his order in heaven, as well as
a father's undying faith in Him down upon the Earth.  This account has been
written and documented by Justin Belmont in the year 1939, twenty years
after the death of my elder brother Erevis, upon the day of my entrance
into manhood.  I write these so future generations of Belmont's may know of
my brother's trials and sacrifices, so that they never forget what it is we
are fighting for.  March 23, 1939 -Justin BelmontWith that Justin closed
the ledger and looked upon the wall at the picture of his mother, Maria,
sitting next to his father, Charles.  Bowing his head with respect to his
parents, Justin stood and walked to the couch against the wall of the
study, pulling on the armor that Erevis had taken from the lair.  Walking
from the study he paused long enough to strap the 10-ft long bullwhip with
its silver tip to his side....  and set forth to continue the work of his
father and brother...