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 copyright 2004 by White Orchid



   None of the events described herein ever happened in the real world and
any possible similarity between the events and heroes of this story and
real events and people is completely coincidental.

   Sir Eri Pmav's Mistake by White Orchid

   M./F vampire rape/bloody/death

   Dolores, Dottie to her parents, was 52 years old.  Divorced twice,
children grown and gone to other states, she was on her own again.  Not
that this was a bad thing.  Dolores always was a loner.  Even in a crowd of
people she could be found sitting off in a corner watching people,
listening, rather than joining in.  It was her way, she'd been taught since
a baby to stay out of the way, and speak only when spoken too.  Because she
choose to stay in the corners she was seldom spoken to...

   Dolores is not an ugly woman, tho the years have taken their toll upon
her.  The years and two ex-husbands, she thought to herself as she looked
in a mirror.(who are not part of this story so let us just forget them at
this point).  Most of it was her own fault.  She'd been depressed for years
first on medications that caused weight gain, then locked in a solitary
loneliness that none could penetrate.  Her only source of pleasure food,
cigarettes, and her cat.

   Dolores is poor.  She works part time as a cashier to cover her expenses
and devotes much of her free time to online web site building.  Hoping to
someday cash in on it.  Sometimes she raised money for charities...she was
quite good at it.  She had too little money for herself, but that too is
not part of this story...let us move on.

   Dolores wasn't much into sex.  Oh she had been as a youngster. 
Certainly!  She'd sown her wild oats and given many a man memorable nights
to carry to his old age.  As she grew older, and more alone, sex was
further and further from her mind.  She just didn't think about it.

   Her body did though.  Now and then, in the depth of a dream Dolores's
body would work it's way to an explosive orgasm, usually waking her up,
leaving her breathless and tingling all over.  She'd smile at no one...lay
back down and resume her rest, the dream already forgotten.  But her body
didn't forget, it never did.

   Dolores dressed carefully for the presentation dinner.  She had not
wanted to go to this event, preferring her own company to that of the
pompous asses who would be at the dinner.  She was being given an award for
the most funds raised by an individual for the clinic.  This was the sixth
year in a row.  She made a mental note to ask them to leave her name out of
the list for awards next year.  She didn't really want them, and this
presentation ceremony got on her nerves.  She'd much rather be home, than
accepting a silly plaque.

   She did her hair, make-up and nails to perfection.  The 'white' in her
hair looked more like blonde highlights through out her red hair.  Her 4
inch heels stretched her still shapely legs to their best advantage.  "Fuck
me heels" some people called them, they were the only pair she owned. 
She's always had nice legs, and was pleased that she still did.  She put on
her bra, glad for it, as time and gravity had begun to take their toll upon
her breasts.  Once firm and proud, they now drooped a bit down onto her
chest.  She sighed and tried not to look at the belly she'd developed over
the years.  She'd often wondered where the hell THAT had come from.  Until
she was in her 30's she could still wear a string bikini.....now a string
bikini would not cover the smallest bit of her over large ass...it would be
lost in the crack.  She had to smile at the thought of looking naked on a
beach when all the while she would be wearing a string up her ass.

   Dolores, though brutally honest with herself and others, does have a
sense of humor.

   She arrived at the hall in good time, not too early, and heaven forbid,
not late.  Dolores hated to be late for anything.  The doorman helped her
from the car as the valet took her keys.  She entered the dimly lit hall
and let her eyes adjust to the lighting.  Soon she saw all those she
expected to see.  The mayor, the senator, the chief of police, the
governor, she saw them all.  Each had come to watch the presentations and
congratulate those receiving a plaque.  The Senator would be presenting the
plaques.

   The serving crew at this hall, where the presentations were always held,
knew her very well.  They knew she preferred to sit alone in a corner.  To
that end they had 'reserved' a small table for her in a very dim corner of
the room.  The hostess led her to the table, smiled and left her alone, the
same as she had done for the past 5 years.  A waitress followed close
behind with a thermo pot of hot black coffee, and a cup.  She would not be
bothered again this evening.  Dolores was very grateful, and usually showed
it by tipping the entire crew rather handsomely for their attention to her
comfort.  They did not have to know she saved all year to do so, that was
no body's business but hers.

   The presentation ceremony commenced and Dolores listened closely.  Just
before the Senator announced her name she rose from her table and began to
approach the stage from the side wall.  No one was paying any attention to
her, all eyes were on the Senator and that's the way she wanted it.  It
would be bad enough to have to be on that damn stage in front of everyone
for even a couple of minutes.  She'd made the edge of the stairs, beside
the drapes just as he announced her name as the winner of the top award for
the charity drive.  She stepped out from behind the curtain and smartly
crossed the stage to accept the plaque.

   He took a step or two away, leaving her the podium and microphone.  She
was saying what she always said, "Thank you for your kindness and
generosity, without which I could never win this award.  I am honored...."
when suddenly a man at a table in the front row caught her attention.  He
was staring at her.  Her words failed her as she looked into his eyes. 
Dark, liquid pools, that seemed to swirl with a red glint around the
outside edge of them.  He brought his finger to his lips and touched them
softly.  Dolores would have sworn, right there on the stage, that he had
touched HER lips.  She felt it!  She actually felt his finger touching her
lips!

   She was amazed and stood there, for just six or seven seconds, words
failing her.  Then he looked away and she came to herself and continued,
"Very honored, thank you all!" With a nod of her head she quickly left the
stage to the Senator.  Dolores wanted nothing more than to exit the hall,
desperately wanted to do so!  She couldn't though.  She would be expected
to remain for the dinner, at least part of it.  She'd be expected to listen
to plans for future fund drives.  Though this evening she wanted no part of
any of it.  She glanced back for the man but did not see him.  The
strangeness she had felt eased up a bit more when she could not find him in
the crowd.

   She was sure she had imagined the man with the dark eyes.  Sure of it.
How could she feel someone touch her lips like that when they were ten feet
away and below her?  Not possible.  It had to be her imagination, a left
over dream remnant.  She tried to settle herself down and when it was time
to eat she took her place between the Governor and the Senator.

   She was smiling noncommittally at some quip the Governor made when
movement across from her caught her eye.  Casting her glance in that
direction, her heart slammed into her throat, as she watched the man with
the swirling dark eyes sit down directly across from her.  No one seemed to
notice her strange behavior, no one save her.

   As if from a distance she heard the Senator say, "Good evening Sir Pmav,
how are you this glorious evening?" The man with the dark eyes smiled,
showing gleaming white teeth.  When he spoke it was with a rich, full
accent that she could not place, but his English was perfectly clear.

   "Good Evening Senator!  I am well, thank you.  I am enjoying this
banquet very much, thank you for inviting me." Sir Pmav replied.

   The Senator nodded then introduced Sir Pmav to the Governor, the Mayor,
and lastly to Dolores herself.

   "Sir Pmav, I am pleased to introduce Ms Dolores Devon.  She is our most
prolific fund raiser for the free clinic, and a charming woman."

   Dolores nodded slightly, and Sir Pmav, said warmly, "It is a pleasure to
meet such a lovely woman here in America.  My country, Romania, has many
lovely women, but none with such beautiful hair and such lovely eyes!"

   Dolores blushed and looked down at her place setting as she said, "Thank
you".  Thankfully the servers appeared with the food right then and she
didn't have to say anything more to Sir Pmav.  She concentrated on her
plate, replied only when spoken to, and tried not to look at Sir Pmav.  She
knew he was looking at her.  She could sense his gaze on her, somehow FEEL
his eyes upon her body.  She shivered, and wondered at her own mind when
she realized it was not a shiver of fear, cold, or revulsion....it was a
shiver of anticipation.  Anticipation?  Of what?  Why should she even
imagine such a thing?  She had no idea, and turned her concentration to the
food on her plate.

   As soon as the first person excused themselves from the table Dolores
did the same.  She reached down for her purse only to find it was not on
the floor near her chair.  She nearly panicked as it contained all her cash
for the week.  She tried to remain calm as she looked under the chair, then
under the table.  It must have gotten kicked far under the table.  How
would she get it without looking a fool crawling on the floor?  She sighed
heavily and just as she touched the table cloth to lift it back she heard
her name called very softly.  She looked up to see Sir Pmav smiling at her.
He was holding out his hand, her purse in his fingers.

   Dolores smiled back, grateful that he had found it, and saved her the
embarrassment of having to crawl under the table to retrieve it.  She
stood, went around the table to take it from him.  He stood at the same
time she did, and she wondered at the manners of this strange man.  As her
fingers touched the purse he ran one of his fingers over hers.  The
sensation was that of a small electric shock....similar to a static charge
from a carpet, or cat's fur, but instead of a short, quick spark it was as
if her whole body was engulfed in the sensation.  She gasped and stepped
back, her purse now in her hands alone.  She searched his face and felt
herself falling into his eyes, his dark, swirling eyes...that touch of
red...

   "Thank you Sir Pmav!  You are so kind!  Now if you gentlemen will excuse
me?" she said to the men at the table and to Sir Pmav.

   As she hurried to the door she could not help but know, his eyes were
upon her.

   Dolores let herself into her house and immediately kicked her shoes off.
She grabbed a diet pepsi from the fridge.  Her large yellow male cat,
Cougar, came to greet her as she sat down on the sofa and flipped on the
television.  Cougar stood back from her and growled.  "I'm sorry I left you
alone, you silly cat!" she said as she flipped thru the channels.  Cougar
still growled.

   There was nothing on, but it didn't matter.  Her mind was on the strange
Sir Pmav.  Surely she was just imagining his attention?  Imagining his eyes
upon her?  She was after all fifty two years old and not in the best shape
of her life.  He was a tall, good looking man, slightly on the thin side,
and certainly able to have nearly any woman he wanted.  Yes, it was just
that.  Her imagination.  She actually chuckled out loud as she thought,
well either imagination or wishful thinking!  She turned the tv off and
went upstairs.  Cougar followed behind her, still growling, but seeming
reluctant to let her get too far away.

   Dolores took a hot shower, enjoying the soothing heat of the cascading
water.  When she got out of the shower Cougar finally come up to her to be
petted.  He'd quit growling.  She smiled as she ruffled his fur, believing
he'd forgiven her for leaving him alone so long.

   These silly events always left her stressed and tired.  She curled down
beneath her blankets.  Several minutes passed, but she did not feel the
familiar weight of her cat hit the bed.  Where was Cougar?  Where was he?
He never missed coming to lay beside her on his pillow.  She looked around
the room and saw him sitting on her hope chest by the window.  A low growl
was emanating from his throat.  A growl she'd heard before when ever she'd
had someone over that the cat did not know.  Why was he growling now? 
There was no one in the house but the cat and her.  Then she realized he
was looking out the window.  What could be out there to make him growl like
that?  She got out of bed and carefully moved the blind to peer out. 
Nothing.  She saw nothing out there in the yard, nor up on the street.  She
would have picked him up, but at twenty two pounds he could be a handful if
he didn't want to be picked up, which was often.  He was not only a heavy
weight, he was one of the strongest cats she'd ever seen.  It was amazing
the things he could move or get into if he made up his little furry mind to
do so!

   "You silly cat!  There's nothing to growl about!" she said to the cat as
she crawled back in bed.  "Come on Cougar!  Time for sleep, get on your
pillow!" she called to her furry friend.  Cougar jumped onto his pillow
beside her but he did not lay down.  He sat perfectly straight, his ears
pointed forward....growling.  He sat like that for nearly ten minutes,
Dolores wondering what on earth had gotten into him.  Then suddenly he
stopped growling pushed his head into her face for a 'kitty kiss'.  Then he
lay down and promptly fell asleep.  Dolores shut off her thoughts and
finally drifted to sleep too.

   Sometime during the night Cougar awoke growling.  He went to the window
and stared out.  His fur raised off his back, his growl grew deeper in his
throat.  He stood as if on guard at the window the rest of the night. 
Dolores did not awaken, did not see him at the window.  If she had, and if
she had looked out, she'd have seen red eyes surrounded by darkness staring
up at her window.....

   The next afternoon, as she was doing her laundry, the phone rang.  It
was the mayor.

   "Dolores!  I'm glad you are home!  I have a favor to ask of you.  A huge
favor.  Sir Eri Pmav was quite taken by you last evening and he has asked
me to arrange a dinner date with you on his behalf."

   Dolores did not hesitate to ask, "Why would such a striking man be
interested in taking me out to dinner?  Don't be ridiculous, Larry." The
mayor sighed, loud enough for Dolores to hear, but before she could say
anything else he cut her off.

   "You are being ridiculous, Dolores.  You are an attractive woman, there
is every reason for a gentleman to want your company.  You are witty, and
charming as well, and you know it.  So what do you say?  Will you go, as a
favor to me, if for no other reason?"

   "Why, Larry, why should I go as a favor to you?  What's going on?" she
asked, realizing there was more to this.

   "OK, I'll be honest.  Sir Eri Pmav is an outrageously rich man.  He has
a fortune to invest and damn it, I want him to invest some of it here in
our little town.  If arranging a date for him is what it takes..."

   Dolores, angry now, cut him off.  "Don't you dare pimp me out Larry! 
Don't you dare!"

   "For kripes sakes, Dolores!  It's not like that and you know it!  I
didn't mean it that way, damn it.  All I'm saying is the man took a liking
to you and wishes for your company.  Do it or don't, at this point I don't
care what you do!" the mayor said, obviously upset, strain apparent in his
voice.

   Dolores relented.  After all he IS a good looking man, seemingly very
charming.  What could it hurt to have dinner with him?

   "OK, OK, Larry.  I'll have dinner with him.  Let me know when and where.
Don't get your boxers in a twist over it." she answered him.  Again she
heard the mayor sigh, this time in relief.  She had forgotten how Sir
Pmav's dark eyes seemed to swirl with that touch of red......

   "Good!  I've already made the reservations for you at the chop house for
nine tonight.  He will meet you there.  Thanks Dolores!" he added and then
the phone went dead before she could respond.

   She held the receiver in her hand, thinking she should call him up and
tell him to go screw himself for having already accepted a date in her
behalf BEFORE asking her.  She decided against it, realizing it was just
stubbornness on her part that would make her do something so foolish.

   Dolores finished her laundry and decided to take an afternoon nap,
hoping she'd be more refreshed for the evening out.  As she stretched out
upon her bed her cat, Cougar, joined her in peaceful sleep.

   Chapter 2

   Dolores awoke at 6 pm, and took a long leisurely shower.  Cougar was
acting strangely.  He was under her feet, constantly yelling, as if
scolding her.  She tried to shush him but he didn't listen.  He paced, he
yelled, and paced some more.  He wound himself around her legs, stretched
up and dug his claws into her as if to hold her, to not let her go.

   Dolores dislodged him with a gentle admonishment to be a good kitty. 
Cougar continued to yell.  Dolores didn't understand what had gotten into
Cougar, but she managed to work around him as he continued to be bothersome
and yell at her.

   She fussed with her hair and make-up until she looked as best she could,
then chose a simple black manhoodtail dress for the evening, and her one
pair of black high heeled shoes.  Standing before her mirror at 8:30 she
decided she looked as good as she was ever going to look.  She picked up
her purse and as her hand touched the door knob, Cougar screamed.

   "Hush you silly kitty!  Mama will be back soon!  Be good now and go
sleep until I get back!" she said to the cat as she nudged him aside and
slid out the door to head for her car.  As she got to the curb a limo
pulled up next to her own small nondescript car.  The chauffeur got out of
the car and asked, "Ms Devon?" When she nodded he smiled at her and said,
"Sir Pmav sent me to bring you to him, please, allow me." he said as he
came around the limo and opened the door for her.

   Inside the house, looking out the window, Cougars fur stood on end as he
yowled.

   Dolores was surprised, not unpleasantly so!  A limo!  Impressive!  she
thought as she got in and the chauffeur shut the door.  He quickly took up
his seat and started the limo down the street.  Dolores was so impressed by
the limo she did not look up at her bedroom window as she usually did when
leaving the house.  Cougar cat was always there to watch her leave.  He was
there now too, but his fur was on end and he was growling....

   The chauffeur opened the car door for her at the chop house.  She tilted
her head slightly to acknowledge him and went inside.  The maitre' D was
waiting for her and escorted her to a table where Sir Pmav waited.  He rose
and greeted her.

   "Dear Ms Devon, how kind of you to accept my invitation!  I am honored!"
and he took her hand, brushed it lightly with his lips, as he bowed to her.
His nose wrinkled as if he smelled some unpleasant smell on her hand, or
was it a snarl she saw?  Dolores knew that could not be so, there was no
odor on her hands, nor was the man snarling.  Ridiculous imaginings.

   Dolores shivered slightly, his lips felt cold upon her skin.  When he
stood straight again she realized he was not only very tall, but powerfully
built also.  A very attractive man.  The maitre pulled out her chair for
her and she sat, laying her purse upon the table.  A waiter poured a deep
burgundy wine for them, then quietly left.

   "Thank you for the invitation, Sir Pmav." she said, but was at a loss
for words after.

   "My pleasure, Ms Devon.  Please, call me Eri.  It is so much less
formal, like a friend.  I do think you and I shall become good friends. 
May I ask, do you own a feline?" he replied.

   Dolores smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, I do!  How ever did you know?"

   "I am sad to say that I am rather allergic to the furry creatures." he
answered.

   So that explained the reaction to her hand!

   "I'm so sorry!  I had no way of knowing or I'd not have petted him
before I came to meet you!" she said.

   "Quite alright.  No harm." he smiled, showing bright white, sharp (?)
teeth.

   Dolores blinked.  No his teeth were just fine.  Where was her
imagination taking her lately?  And why?  She shook her head slightly and
stretching for some sort of normalcy to the evening, said, "Please, call me
Dolores.  Tell me, Eri, what brings you to the states?  Larry said
something about investments?"

   Sir Eri Pmav smiled and their conversation centered on his ideas and
wishes.  After several minutes he said, "Please, let me order dinner for
you!  I must confess I have eaten already this evening, my usual schedule
much different than that of the American meal time." He motioned for the
waiter and ordered Dolores a porterhouse steak, rare, potato and small
salad.

   When the waiter left Dolores said to him, "Don't tell me, Larry told you
my favorite meal?"

   Sir Pmav smiled and nodded.  Dolores shook her head.  "You must forgive
him.  He is always too eager to see me paired with someone.  I shall have
to speak to him about this." Sir Pmav laughed.  To Dolores it sounded
almost hollow, or echoed, but no one else seemed to notices.

   "He only wishes what he thinks is best for you, Dolores, as do I." he
said.

   Dolores was not liking this much at all.  They had only met the night
before and already he was talking as if they were best friends.  She found
herself wondering why she'd given in to Larry about this 'date'.  She
raised her glass to her lips and her eyes finally met Sir Pmav's directly.
That swirling black eddy within them seemed to draw her in, she felt as if
she were suddenly drowning, suffocating.  Just as suddenly the feeling
disappeared when the waiter arrived with her dinner.

   Dolores didn't have much of an appetite, so she just nibbled at her food
while listening to Sir Pmav explain his desires and ambitions to set up
investments in the states.  It wasn't long and she pushed her plate aside,
and took a sip of wine.  She didn't know why, but she was feeling rather
floaty.  It couldn't be the wine, she'd not had enough.

   Sir Pmav noticed he took out his wallet and dropped bills on the table.
He then stood, holding his hand out to her.  "Come, Dolores, you look as if
you could use a bit of fresh air."

   Dolores stood and picked up her purse as she accepted his helping hand.
His skin was so cold!  So very cold!  She trembled at his touch.  His gaze
caught hers and she felt herself falling into the depths of those swirling
black orbs...that red!  Oh that touch of red in them!

   He wrapped his arm around her waist as any lover might and walked her
from the restaurant.  The limo waited and he nodded to his chauffeur who
understood that he should follow at a distance behind the couple.  Dolores
asked, "Are we not taking the limo?"

   Sir Pmav smiled and said, "No Dolores.  You need some air.  We will walk
for a bit."

   "OK." was all Dolores said as she found herself feeling heavier, leaning
on his arm more.

   Two blocks down the street gave way to an alley way between the
buildings.  It was dark and quiet, unlikely that anyone else would be
wandering there.  Sir Pmav stepped into the almost black darkness of the
alley pulling Dolores with him.

   Back at her house, Cougar screamed, an animal scream of fear, of
rage.....

   Frightened she became slightly more alert, uttered, "No!" as she felt
him clawing, grasping at her clothes.  She felt his breath upon her neck
and it was every bit as cold as the flesh of his hands.

   "No!  Oh please NO!" she moaned as he ripped her dress and tore her bra
from her breasts and bared them to his lips.

   He said nothing.  Not a word as he tore her panties from her body,
throwing the tattered remnant into the alley.  He pushed her dress up,
exposing her creamy white thighs, her ass bare in the cool night air.  He
pushed her up against the building, the rough brick scraping her ass cheeks
as she struggled, in vain, to free herself from him.

   "NO!!" she managed to cry out a little louder and his hand clamped down
over her mouth.  She heard his zipper come down and she knew terror as she
realized he was going to rape her, here in this alley!  She sought his
eyes, she needed to see them!  If he could but see her fear, perhaps he
would relent!

   Her eyes caught his......and Dolores could not scream any more, could
not move any more.  He held her up against the wall of the building, lifted
her, spreading her legs with his, until she was positioned just right and
then he drove his manhood into her.  Hard!  Deep!  One thrust and he had
impaled her upon it.

   Dolores did not feel pleasure!  His manhood was large, painfully large,
and it tore her as he impaled her upon it.  It felt cold and strangely
unlike any she'd ever felt before.  Cold and dead!  Yes, his manhood felt
as if it had been plucked from the freezer and thrust deeply into her.  His
cold, hard manhood, lodged against her cervix, and it hurt as he began to
thrust into her, deeper, more painfully after each withdrawal.

   Dolores, lost, drowning in the depths of his swirling black eyes could
only moan in helplessness as he ravaged her body.  She felt his lips suck
her nipples, felt his teeth as he bit into each one cruelly, causing
searing pain to flash thru them.  Yet his lips were cold, so cold!  He bit
her breasts, her nipples, sucking as he pounded his manhood into her body.
Pounded it deep, wedging it inside her, tearing her flesh heedlessly,
bruising her tender body.  Cruelly his fingers dug into her hips, pulling
her tighter to him, holding her as he fucked her harder than she'd ever
been fucked before in her life.

   Dolores moaned, but no sound slipped past his hand over her mouth.  His
teeth!  Oh his teeth!  So sharp, his bites so painful!  He growled as he
bit her, leaving his mark in a trail upon her breasts and nipples!

   Sir Pmav growled low in his chest as he ravaged the bitch in his hands.
He was in the 'blood lust' now, the un-ending flame of it consuming his
being.  His being.  He as not human, no.  He pounded his manhood into the
bitch, pounded it hard, as deep as he could, the desire to see it rip her
open driving him.  His desire raged, his manhood grew harder, wider with
each passing moment until it filled the bitch's pussy and it could not
except more.  He groaned as his fingers bruised her tender ass cheeks, his
nails digging into her skin, still trying to ram his cold, dead, manhood
into her deeper.  He felt his moment approach and growled into her ear.....

   She heard his voice as if from far away in a dream.  It sounded more
like a growl than a human voice as he whispered, "You are mine!" in her
ear. Then she felt his teeth sink into her neck, felt his icy lips upon her
skin, heard the sucking sounds, and she knew no more....

   Dolores seem to slip out of a trance to find herself standing at her own
front door.  She had no idea how she'd gotten there, nor did she realize it
was 5 am, nearly dawn.  She held no memory of what had happened to her. 
She was just so tired, felt so weak!  She wanted to sleep.  As she fumbled
with the key she fell against the door.  Tired, so tired...but she could
hear Cougar.  He seemed to be screaming just on the other side of the door.


   She loved her cat, and hearing him scream like that bolstered her to get
the door unlocked.  She stumbled into the house, and shut the door.  She
leaned against it and slid to the floor, unconscious.  The last sound she
heard was Cougar's animal scream......

   Chapter 3

   Cougar knew Dolores was dying.  His animal instinct told him so.  There
had always been a connection between him and his owner, a deep connection.
Perhaps not consciously noticed by Dolores all the time, but it was there
none the less.  It was as if the feline had given her hope, courage, love,
all those times she'd ever felt depressed or hopeless.

   Dolores was dying.  Cougar could hear her racing heart, her struggling
breath.  Could sense death ever closer to his beloved friend.  He could
not, would not, allow death to take her.  Dolores had saved his life.  She
had loved him when none other had.  She had been patient, kind, loving.  He
was sometimes sorry it had taken him two years to believe in her.  But she
never gave up, never turned him away, never hurt him.  Now, now he loved
her more than his own feline life.  That shared love had made them nearly
inseparable, their bond unbreakable.  This bond had transformed him,
changed him, empowered him.  He was now what humans termed a 'familiar'.

   Cougar pushed his face into Dolores's hair, pushed his face to her neck
until he found the puncture wounds.  He could smell her blood, rich and
coppery.  His little pink tongue slid out and he licked first one, and then
the other small wounds.  Almost instantly they closed, began to heal.  He
nudged her with his head, until he had pushed her away from the door and
she slipped all the way down, flat on the floor.  He curled up on her
chest, his face close to her mouth.  Her breathing was ragged and he shared
his breath with her, and it eased her tortured lungs.  He began to purr. 
Loud, deep, resonant purrs that vibrated Dolores's chest, vibrated her
weakened heart, encouraged it to beat.

   He purred, loud.  He purred.  He could do nothing about the loss of
blood, all he could do was give from his strength, give from his love, to
sustain her until her body could make new blood to sustain her.

   Cougar stayed on Dolores's chest.  Curled there in a tight ball, his
face on her chin he shared his breath.  He shared the warmth of his body,
the heat penetrating her body, keeping her warm.  The beat of his heart
pulsing gently against her breasts.  His purrs resonated and finally
settled when he found a rhythm that matched her lifeline.  Inside Dolores,
her cells and tissues responded with amazing speed to the healing tones. 
Her body manufacturing new blood at an incredible rate.

   The hours passed quietly.  Cougar slept on and off, but he never left
his friend's chest.  He did not understand time as humans do, but he did
know that time was healing his friend.  He felt her heart beat, it was
slower, stronger.  He smelled her breath and the acrid sourness of too
little oxygen was fading.  The sun shone in the window brightly, it was
eleven am.  He'd been tending Dolores for six hours.

   At three pm Dolores moved and moaned.  Her heart rate was normal, her
lungs working normal.  Cougar could sense only the faintest smell of death,
and it was not close to his beloved friend any longer.  He was tired.  Very
tired, still he stayed with her.  He licked her chin, her cheeks.  He
nuzzled her face, pushing against it, offering her his love, his healing
kisses.  Dolores opened her eyes.

   What am I doing on the floor?  she thought as she looked around and got
her bearings.  Cougar was on her chest, purring, his face in hers. 
Instinctively she petted him, hugged him to her.  She lay still a moment
trying to remember what had happened.  How had she gotten home from the
restaurant?  Why was she on the floor of her kitchen?  Finally she managed
to sit up, and Cougar moved to her lap.  She moaned in pain, her entire
body hurt, from her thighs to her throat.

   Cougar was tired, but reluctant to leave her until he knew she was fully
awake.  As he sat in her lap he tried desperately to somehow convey to her
what had happened, how close she'd been to death.

   He stood on his hind legs and pushed his face into hers, nuzzled her. 
She smiled and kissed his forehead as she always did.  Then he did the
strangest of things.  He pulled back and actually looked into her eyes. 
His eyes were gold in color, warm, deep.....

   Suddenly Dolores uttered a small OH!  as the clouds of deception began
to clear and she grasped the meaning of the pain in her body.  She'd been
raped.  Raped by Sir Pmav!  She looked down to see her dress in tatters,
realized she was naked beneath it.  Great tears welled in her eyes and
flowed down her cheeks as she wept in silent horror of the memory.  His
cold breath on her breasts, her throat.  His cold, seemingly lifeless,
manhood pounding into her.

   Cougar nuzzled her, licked her tears and she clung to him.  Clung to him
and rocked with him tightly in her arms.  For once, he did not resist such
a tight hugging.  He was tired, he was happy, his beloved friend was going
to be OK.

   Dolores let Cougar go and struggled to stand.  She was going to be OK,
but for the moment she was extremely weak.  She managed to get to the
refrigerator and poured herself some orange juice.  A quick pick me up. 
She sat down in a kitchen chair and cried...

   At four pm Dolores managed to make it to the bathroom.  Cougar stood
guard at the door as she undressed throwing the tattered black dress into
the trash can.  She stepped into the shower.  The water felt clean, felt
good, upon her abused body.  As she washed her breasts she cried again at
the bite wounds still visible, even tho already healing.  She scrubbed her
body, even douched repeatedly trying to rid herself of the 'dirty feeling'
which occurs so often after a woman has been raped.  Half an hour later she
toweled off in front of the mirror, examining her wounds closer.

   Chapter 4

   Something in the mirror caught her eye.  She had a cabinet above the
toilet, that had drawers in it.  She'd labeled the drawers.  Curler drawer,
cotton ball drawer...etc...in gold letters.  What caught her eye was that
'drawer' could be read as 'reward' in the mirror.  She smiled as she'd
never noticed it before.  Then the smile slid from her face.  She stood
before the mirror looking at her body, at the reversed word....then taking
the soap in her hand she wrote, 'Sir Eri Pmav".  She stared at it, then
wrote, "Vamp ire".  Dolores dropped the soap as a scream escaped her lips,
and her fingers flew to the marks on her throat.

   Cougar, tired as he was, was instantly at her feet.  Wrapping himself in
and out of them, trying to pass assurance on to her that he was there.  She
sat down on the toilet and grabbed him up in her arms.  Once again he let
her hold him tightly against her.  He could feel her heart racing with
fear, could smell her fear.  It made him angry that his beloved friend
should be so frightened.  In his feline brain he vowed to protect her from
the unnatural creature who'd touched her.

   Night time was coming on fast now, the sun would soon be setting. 
Dolores was in a panic.  Never having been a very religious person she had
no 'cross' to protect herself, no holy water, nothing like those things. 
How could she be safe from this monster who had abused her so?  As
Dolores's mind raged in an effort to find some bit of memory she could use
to defend herself against the monster, the monster was waking up.

   Sir Eri Pmav's, or Sir Vampire's if you prefer, eyes opened wide.  He
was fully awake and aware in an instant.  In that instant, he knew he had
failed somehow.  Failed in 'harvesting' Dolores.  She should have been
here, now, awaiting his awakening.  She was not.  He let his thoughts flow
freely, trying to touch onto hers.  This should have been easy, she should
have crossed the threshold of death and beyond, his to command for
eternity. She had not.  He could sense her, surely.  Just as he had when
he'd first seen her upon the stage, but no more.  In all his experience
this was NOT possible.  Investigation was mandatory.  He rose.

   Minutes later, in the first blackness of the night he stood outside of
Dolores Devon's home.  The lights were on, he could sense her inside.  She
was weak, but she was ALIVE, very alive.  She had not crossed over as she
should have.  Had he been so carried away in his passion that he'd
misjudged?  That had never happened before.  His black eyes swirled, the
red growing larger as he slowly drifted towards the house.

   Dolores was wandering the house, looking for something she could use as
protection.  She even looked in all her old books.  Books she had left over
from her days of delving into the occult, the other worldly.  Nothing. 
There was nothing in them for this situation.  Her hands shook as she tried
to place a book back on the shelf.

   She dropped the book and it fell open.  Dolores caught the title on the
page.  "Animals and The Others" stenciled boldly above a picture of a woman
and a cat.  Cougar was wrapping himself around her legs yet again, purring
louder than ever, and as she read the page he reached up and dug his claws
gently into her thigh as if to say YES!  In an instant realization exploded
in Dolores's mind......and calmed her.  She was no longer afraid.  She knew
she could protect herself, and Cougar.

   Suddenly, Cougar SCREAMED.  He let out such a yowl that there was no
mistaking he was screaming in fear and rage!  Dolores screamed also, her
voice resonating with his, screaming as one.  Both of them knew HE was
near. Dolores felt the dirty fingers of his evil mind reaching out to hers.
She shuddered with revulsion, instinctively her mind screaming NO!  She
headed upstairs, to her bed room, she knew where he was going.  Cougar
followed, his yowling as loud as ever.

   The vampire jolted at the strength of her thought!  How could this be?
She was nothing.  She was human.  She bore his marks.  How could she
possibly deny him what he rightfully claimed?  He dismissed her survival as
a mistake.  A mistake he'd made in the heat of passion.  Not a large
matter, easily corrected.  He landed softly on the porch roof, right
outside her bedroom window and sent his mind towards her again.  She need
only open the window and invite him in.....He would take her again, more
cruelly, more passionately, more completely than he had the night before.
This time he'd not let passion cloud his judgement.

   Dolores knew he was there, right outside her window.  She sensed him
with every fiber of her being.  She knew that Cougar did also.  She felt
his mind reaching out to hers.  Cougar was nearly hysterical in his
yowling, his fur looked more like porcupine quills than fur, it stood so
straight out.  Dolores bent down and lifted him into her arms.  She held
him tightly, his poor, tired body tense with fear, with anger.  Dolores
hugged him and kissed his forehead.  Then she whispered to him, "No fear,
beloved friend.  No fear," and set him down upon her bed.

   There was such strength and confidence in her voice, such strength of
will in her mind, that Cougar sat quietly, ceasing his yowls.  He watched
her intently, ever ready to fly to her aid, to defend her.  With his life
if need be....Cougar watched, and with his keen cat eyes, his extreme
senses, he was able to see an aura surrounding Dolores.  Her body seemed to
shimmer.  He'd glimpsed it around her before, felt it.  He knew what it
was, it was the change, it was not WHO she was, but WHAT she was.  How
often had he wished she'd realize it?  Now she had...

   Bravely Dolores went to the window and threw back the drapes.  With one
yank to the cord she managed to pull the blind completely up, exposing the
window and the dark expanse of the night beyond.  There, staring at her
intently, stood Sir Eri Pmav, the Vampire.  His eyes glowing bright red,
his fangs bared and at the ready, and yet....

   He sensed her as she came to the window.  Yesssssssssss, his mind sent
to her, Come to meeeee.....and he was anxious for her to throw back the
drapes and open the window.  He was ready for her.  His passion flared as
brightly as his glowing eyes, ready to spill his evil seed within the
depths of the bitch woman again.  He heard the drapes drawn back, saw the
blind yanked upward....  and then he saw....something.....

   Dolores grabbed the window sash and threw it up, opening the window
wide. Her eyes caught his and held them, their gazes locked together. 
"Looking for someone you foul bastard?" She asked.

   Sir Eri Pmav was frozen in place.  He could not believe his evil eyes,
could not believe what he was seeing.  It was NOT possible.  No, NOT
possible.  This was the house where Dolores, the human bitch he'd raped
lived.  This was her house!  He was sure of it!  But the creature that
faced him now was NOT Dolores.  This creature had gray skin, and large
black eyes....

   The vampire could not move.  He wanted to.  He wanted to flee in terror.
Wanted to flee back to the safety of his homeland.  Back to the place where
people were people and things were, well, KNOWN as THINGS.  He could not.
He was frozen in place locked into her will.

   She could read his mind.  Their eyes still locked together she smiled,
slowly.  "Oh it's me.  I'm Dolores.  Your only problem, you evil bastard,
is that YOU failed to sense what I really am.  Perhaps because I did not
really know until YOU came along to change my life.  Perhaps because you
were too far lost in your perverted blood lust passion to sense it.  Then
again, now that I've remembered...I know it's a known fact to my kind,
there's no difference in the taste of the 'blood' between my kind and
humans.  In a sense, you really are responsible for my 'creation,' though
it is certainly not what you expected, is it?"

   Sir Eri Pmav tried to shape shift, he could not.  He tried to howl, he
could not.  He tried to flee, he could not.  He was held by a will stronger
than any he'd ever felt on the planet, in all his 943 years.  All he could
do was utter a single, almost unheard word, "mercy."

   Dolores shook her head, no.  "You caused harm to me.  You have caused
harm to many for centuries.  I can sense it, I can smell it, their essence
is what sustains your foul hide.  Now you stand before me and beg, 'mercy'?
Sorry, I'm fresh out." With that Dolores smiled broadly, her eyes glowed
exceedingly bright as she raised her hand and touched Sir Eri Pmav.  A
mournful howl rent the night sky......

   Dolores shut the window and turned from it to see Cougar still sitting
on the bed.  She could now touch his mind and she knew he'd saved her life,
very nearly given his own so that she might live.  She knew he WOULD have
given his life for hers.  She sat down on the bed and he came to her,
curled up in her lap.  She petted him and as she did she began to transfer
some of her new found strength back to him, to replace the life force he'd
spent saving her.

   "We are going to be just fine, Cougar.  You and I are going to be just
fine" she said.

   He emitted a mewl that may have been a question, and she looked down at
him, smiled and said, "Don't worry.  The four winds will blow away those
foul ashes, scatter them forever.  That is one creature that won't be
bothering humans or US any more....." Cougar curled up in her lap, purring
softly in agreement, watching her body's shimmer begin to subside, and the
familiar appearance of his beloved friend Dolores emerge once more......