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A VERY big thank-you to the folks who critiqued the
incomprehensible first draft of this piece.
The Vampire
"I've been losing weight," Virginia said. Her voice was small
and dry.
It turned out she'd been losing sleep as well, and it was
all over some guy she'd met. I held the phone in place with
my shoulder, reached for a bag of potato chips, and munched
quietly as I listened.
Five months ago, he asked her out, he stood her up, and she
fell in love. He's been torturing her ever since. I felt
guilty about not calling her more often. She still called me
every week, usually late at night.
"You're turning into a vampire," I observed.
"But vampires eat --"
"-- people," I said. "I hope you're staying away from him."
"Well, mostly," she sighed.
Years ago, she told me she had nightmares about vampires.
She'd meet some mysterious and handsome man whose name she'd
never know, have sex, and the man would promptly turn into
a vampire.
"I bet *you* haven't been losing sleep over anyone recently,"
she said.
"I used to have problems sleeping sometimes," I admitted, "then
I started seeing Elizabeth, and I still had problems sleeping.
So eventually we broke up. Some things just never change."
I didn't mention that Elizabeth started having problems
sleeping soon after we started seeing each other. She also
started losing weight.
"I thought you two were going off to Hawaii next month,"
Virginia said.
"Actually, we had kind of a, well, falling out, you see."
"I see. We should go see a movie together on Friday. After
all, what are the chances either of us losers could find a
date with someone else?"
Something inside me raged and hissed.
I ignored it.
* * *
That night I fell asleep quickly. I had a strange dream.
In the dream, I met a girl with long auburn curls and innocent,
beckoning eyes. Without saying a word, I threw her to the floor
and slid her jeans down. I turned her onto her stomach and
held her down as I forced my cock into her ass. She screamed.
Virginia watched the girl as she writhed in pain underneath me.
She reached out and brushed away the girl's tears.
Virginia licked her salty fingertip.
And then she smiled and I could see that her fangs were just
beginning to grow.
* * *
Virginia was late for the first time ever. While waiting in
line to buy tickets I noticed that the woman in front of me
was rather pretty.
The strange thing inside me made me unusually brave that night,
and a few minutes later, the woman gave me her phone number
and we agreed to meet the next day. Her name was Catherine.
Virginia arrived while Catherine and I were still talking.
Virginia kept blinking and it looked like she was crying.
"Are you alright? What's wrong?" I asked her.
"It's... my contact lenses."
"Are they new?" I asked her. "They didn't used to bother you."
"Yeah," she said.
"What kind are they?" I asked.
She didn't say anything.
"Maybe you put them in wrong," I said. "Let me take a look."
She didn't say anything.
Catherine licked her lips and smiled at Virginia.
* * *
Virginia didn't call me the next week, or the week after that.
The thing inside me gnawed at my stomach. Finally, she called
and told me she'd picked up a guy at a bar and actually slept
with him.
"He called me the very next day to tell me his phone number.
Can you believe it? But then I accidentally hit the wrong
button on my answering machine and erased the message before
I copied down his number. Oh well. He'd probably turn out
to be a jerk, anyway."
"You're learning," I laughed.
The greedy thing inside my stomach felt sated.
She asked me if I wanted to see a movie. I lied and said I
couldn't -- I was on my way to Catherine's.
She asked me if I wanted to come over to her place tomorrow
night. I lied again and said it wouldn't be fair to Catherine.
Catherine and I are in love, I said.
I heard a strangled sobbing noise, and she hung up.
I felt giddy with power.
It bothered me that I lied to her; I called Catherine and
asked if I could come over. She said yes, and I felt better.
I looked into the mirror on my way out the door. Suddenly I
was horrified by my own reflection. There was a twisted look
in my own eyes that disgusted me, and I turned away quickly
and flew out into the night.
* * *
Catherine tore into me the moment I arrived.
"Yes," I whispered. "Be cruel."
She was cruel and selfish and used me only for her own pleasure.
She mounted me and when she came she bit my shoulder and drew
blood with her nails until I screamed and tried to push her off,
but she held on and bit me hard again and again, thrusting her
hips into mine without stopping. The pain was excruciating
and I struggled against her until I finally came.
"Please, I can't stand it," I whispered.
She lay on top of me, licking my neck with her tongue and
squeezing my cock with her inner muscles, waiting until she
could take her pleasure from me again.
The evil thing inside me was drained and wounded. I prayed
it would die in Catherine's embrace.
"More," I whispered.
She turned me onto my stomach, then reached into a drawer and
strapped something on. I felt something cold and hard press
against my anus, then a sharp pain that lanced up through
my guts.
I felt her breasts on my back as she held me down. She stabbed
again and again, laughing as I cried out, drinking my tears
and agony.
* * *
After a few months, I began to feel dissatisfied with my
relationship with Catherine. Now I wanted her to be tender,
which was impossible for her. She started to ignore me,
and little by little I wasted away.
I found my phone under a pile of unwashed laundry and
I called Virginia. I hadn't heard from her in months.
She told me she currently had two boyfriends, and occasional
flings on the side.
"I break up with one of them once in a while, just to keep
them on their toes," she said. "Sorry I haven't called --
boyfriend juggling is a full time job, you know."
I told her I couldn't stop thinking about Catherine.
"I'm tired all the time," I said.
"I hope you're staying away from her," she said.
I asked her if she wanted to see a movie.
"I can't," she said.
"Please," I said.
She laughed and hung up.
I had another strange dream that night.
* * *
In my dream, two grotesque tarantulas crawled on my chest as
I lay in bed. I wanted to scream, to knock them off and run
away, but I feared they would bite and I kept very still.
I held my breath and trembled with fear and revulsion.
The tarantulas sensed each other and crawled towards each
other slowly. When they were next to each other, one of them
extended a hairy leg, glistening with mucous, towards the
other tarantula. The leg touched the other tarantula's leg
very gently and lovingly.
Their tenderness moved me, and I cried.
Copyright (C) 1998 by Thomas M. Carvett
tcarvett@earthlink.net http://home.earthlink.net/~tcarvett
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