Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34163681-20190118235455/@comment-36855838-20190128181130

"You seem troubled by something, whatever could be bothering you?"

A low, disgruntled huff escapes my lips.

"'M lonesome, I suppose."

She steps a little closer, so that her legs are touching my curled back.

"Do you mind if I join you? I can try to help you feel a little less lonesome."

"Go right ahead, it's not as if I could stop you anyway."

She flops down with a faint wet splash.

She nestles up against my back, beginning to wrap her arms around me in a way that feels all too familiar.

"How's this?"

It's terrible!

I want to scream, to shout it into her face, her chin has rested onto my shoulder, and it paralyzes me.

I can see and feel the unnaturally soft, yellow sweater she's wearing, and on her legs I see plaid Pyjama pants, to top it all off, she's wearing black slippers.

The one thing I can't feel is a Bra.

I shudder slightly, it may be from tonight's sudden cold, or the fact I'm wearing shorts and a T-shirt, or even the fact I'm still getting soaked below the waist.

Or perhaps because I'm waiting for the 'love'-bite that will never come.

"Is something the matter? You're awfully warm," she whispers in my ear.

I can't choke out the words.

She circles more tightly around me, and I begin to gag, suffocating under the fear.

She gauges my reaction, then quickly withdraws.

Back to her first position, a gentler embrace, and I can breathe more easily.

She slowly stands up, realization dawning.

"So you're lonely, but afraid of intimacy?"

I catch my breath, it's as if I've just run a marathon.

"I-"

She waits, as I vomit onto the wet grass.

Drinking ths still-falling rain water to wash out the bad taste, I continue.

"I dated a vampire way back in highschool, and even a bit before then. She used to hold my in these loving embraces whenever she was hungry, and she'd stroke my hair, and drink my blood, and it felt good."

She seemed confused, so I continued.

"It happened either on a saturday or a sunday. It was our senior year, and she had been getting more ravenous with each passing week. We were at my home, my mom and dad were there with us in the living room, we were all watching a movie, I think Indiana Jones?"

She nodded, wanting to hear the rest.

"She was sitting in my lap, and we were both adults as of the week prior, when my birthday hit. So she had been drinking me and goading me ever since. We were about halfway through the movie, and we had switched positions, I was in her lap, and judt as my hands had been around her stomach, her were laid over my crotch, squishing gently down on it now and then-"

"Not to be rude, but when does this turn south?"

"-Oh, right, so then she leans in, she's squishing up on me, and whispering how I'm her little snackie-poo, and licking my neck, and then chomp!"

"She's sucking me out, as she often does, and it feels amazing, but I'm getting dizzy, and ste's actually got her hand in my pants this time, she's stroking me, and I'm getting more light-headed by the minute. I can't speak, or moan, or think clearly. And just when I'm about to black out, I fight back."

To her credit, she looks only slightly surprised.

"Then shit goes south real fast, our little chair in in front of a massive window, so there's plenty of sunlight yo weaken her, and I can fight her off a bit, so she goes bonkers, digs her fangs in harder, strokes faster, and when that won't make me stop, she pounds me in the gut."

Now the demon looks horrified.

"She beat my gut, my ribs, my legs, arms, and thighs, I was going numb, and I couldn't croak out a word."

"She only stopped when I went slack, and I couldn't do anything but hope she wasn't too hungry. My dad came over, and he saw her curled up around me, he smiled, and he almost left me there."

"I'll never forget how he reacted when he saw my tears, he pulled a shotgun and aimed it point-blank, and he said, 'Unhand my son before I splatter you onto my furniture,' I'm sure he finally saw the greed which had been taking root in her eyes, and which he and my mother had dismissed as blossoming sexual desire."

"She let me go, of course, but I was too weak to stand, her arms were at her sides, and without her holding me up, I flopped down onto her pillowy chest."

I sighed.

"I was still bleeding, so she lapped it up like those bats that bite cattle, and it wouldn't stop, I thought I'd die."

"That's when she played her cruellest move. 'You need my milk, you know?' I had to have-"

"You had to have sex with her?"

"-yes, and afterwards, she started lactating like a damn holstaur, apparently she's from a rare line of vampires that can make you more 'productive' if you drink their breastmilk."

"In minutes, I was able to stand, but I was still all wobbly, and she left that day with a smile on her face. I could avoid her all I liked, but I couldn't skip school, and we shared almost every class."

"She drained me into a haze, and so my grades were starting to slip, but it was past the point where that would matter, and I cut her off completely for final exams."

"The day after finals, she nearly pasted me into the curb, I couldn't run fast enough, because it was already night-time. She knew where I lived, and windows were nothing to her. She got her blood no matter what I did, and eventually, she got her aunt to go after my mother."

"Soon, my mother had been turned into a cheap vampire, no education, just a change to her body. Her lust ran wild, and she kept my dad too busy to guard me, on the grounds my girlfriend wouldn't kill me."

"She made my life a living hell, the beatings were constant, 'a punishment,' she said, 'for defying' her."

The demon was crying with me, and I felt a warm hand touch mine.

"I finally got away a few months after graduation thanks to a sympathetic friend who was moving out here anyway, I got a job as a disc jockey and make decent cash now, so I don't have too much to worry about, nowadays."

She tries to help me stand, and I accept, dizzy for having suddenly got up.

"What's your name, sir?"

"Call me Timmy, and you?"

"Celeste, though my friends call me by Cel."

We laugh at the lame pun.

"Okay, Cel, but why listen to a clown like me?"

She reaches behind her back, and pulls out a parchment that sesms completely dry.

"I've come seeking a contract with a mortal in need, and it seems you fit the bill splendidly!"

I pull my hand back.

"You want to cut a deal with me, of all people?"

She nods, solemn.

"Yes, indeed, care to discuss someplace warmer?"

The rain has picked up, and so has the chill wind.

"Sure, I've heard these contracts relate to marriage, yes?"

She nods, grinning.

"Absolutely correct, yes! And we can work in whatever you want so you feel safe with me, okay? I promise I won't hurt you, unlike her."

She slowly takes my hand, something Audrey never did.

Whatever god is out there, whether you're listening or not, thank you.

We walk out into the heavy rain, heading for my place.

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