Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Another bit from "Best Teacher"

PG-13 - graphic violence. Hey, vampires aren't always neat and civilized, you know?

First draft. I know it's rough, but some of it is pretty good, I think.

Setup:

Yes, Jen did get out of the coffin. If she hadn't it would have been a REAL short story. :-)

Richard is her boyfriend/lover who is also a vampire and who made her one. Jen took shelter in the crawl space of a nearly-finished house in a new subdivision near the graveyard. She is waking up after a good day's sleep.

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Jen didn't want to wake up. She felt his warmth and weight, his comfort and strength. "Richard," she whispered and reached to embrace him. Cool, dusty air filled her arms, and she jerked awake. "Richard."

Where was he? Where in the name of Hell was he? Shouldn't he be here helping her? Damnit all, she needed him now more than ever. Damn him! "Richard, where are you?" Her whisper was lost in dust and darkness.

Dusk was deepening toward darkness. Her night vision was beginning to take effect, and the world was fast turning to gray. She felt a chunk of magma in her stomach and liquid fire ran in her blood. Weakness trembled in her knees and hands. She had to eat. Soon.

She scanned the crawl space, but saw no movement, no signs of life. Apparently, it was too soon even for the rats to move in. Expanding her awareness, she scanned her surroundings. Small warm things roamed in the woods, but they were too small to satisfy her needs. She sought further afield.

There! Movement! Headlights slowly approaching. She focused on them and saw an old pickup truck moving up the street toward her shelter. Blood flowed in the truck's cab, a powerful presence. Richard? Why would he be driving a truck? She focused closer, and the presence separated into halves, a girl and a boy. She was straddling the gear shift, snuggling tight against his side as he steered.

The truck slowed even more, turned into the driveway, parked in the newly-finished garage. Jen heard murmurs and giggles as the engine noise stopped, but did not even try to make out what they were saying.

Blood filled her eyes with hazy red, her mind with fever. Blood! With an effort, she stopped herself from charging out of the crawl space in full attack. Patience. She needed to know what they were up to. She listened in.

The truck's door closed with a slam, and the couple's footsteps crunched around the side of the house. "How are we going to get in?" The girl spoke softly. Her voice trembled ever so slightly. "Mark said he left the window unlocked back here." The boy was confident and reassuring.

The footsteps stopped near where Jen crouched under the house. A window slid open. "See? Put you foot up here, and I'll give you a boost." After some grunting and slithering, their bodies thumped onto the floor above Jen's head. More giggling and slithering followed. The giggles soon turned into slurps and soft groans, followed by gasps and the sound of skin slapping and rubbing against skin.

Jen was wild with red need. Without even thinking, she let her consciousness rise through the floor and reincorporated her body next to the couple writhing together on the plywood floor. They were shocked into stillness by the sudden apparition of a naked woman crouching next to them.

Jen reacted with supernatural speed, growling deep in her throat with wild animal bloodlust. She grabbed the boy by the back of his neck. As she stood, she snapped his neck with a quick snap and flung the body across the room. Before the corpse even hit the wall, she dropped onto the naked girl, sinking her fangs into her throat even as the girl drew in her breath to scream.

Jen sucked at the soft throat under her mouth, but got nothing. The girl's scream split the night, her fear and pain twisting into a cloth made of sound, filling the empty house and echoing into the silent world outside. Jen rose up and struck again, searching for the blood that felt like a rope under the girl's skin. She missed again.

Reason fled Jen's mind as want and need overwhelmed her. Her lust for blood was an inferno consuming her. She roared her frustration and roughly restrained the shrieking, wriggling thing under her. She tore and the thing's throat ferociously, slashing and biting again and again. At last, a geyser of blood erupted from the skin, splashing warm and rich across Jen's face and soaking the wall and floor around them. She clamped her mouth over the fountain and drank greedily, gulping and slurping, grunting like a pig at the trough as the blood slid down her throat and cooled her thirst.

After only a few moments, the flow stopped, and the body underneath her went flaccid. Jen grunted and slurped and sucked at the wound, wanting more, weeping with her hunger and need, but her prey was dead, her heart stopped. No more blood would flow through this girl's body ever again. Jen collapsed across the cooling flesh and sobbed with frustration and relief. Her hunger was not completely satisfied, but it was no longer controlling her.

She pushed herself up and looked around, actually seeing the scene for the first time. A boy lay proper against the far wall, his eyes open, his mouth hanging slack-jawed. His head lay so far over that his ear rested on his shoulder. He looked surprised. He looked about sixteen.

Jen forced herself to look down. A young girl lay before her with a face out of the depths of Hell. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open and twisted into a rictus of agony and horror. Her arms and legs splayed limply on the floor. Her skin was so white it glowed in the darkness. Her long, light-colored hair was twisted and tangled on the floor and across her face. To Jen, she appeared about fifteen, still developing.

Dark smears and large spatter patterns stained the floor and wall. Some of the blood had shot several feet across the room. On the other side of the girl's body, clothes were scattered across the floor, a random roadmap of youthful lust.

Jen squatted next to the girl's body. She wrapped her arms around her knees and rocked back and forth. Dark, sticky tears trickled down her face. A tear trickled into her mouth. It tasted sweet and coppery. Her stomach churned. She allowed herself only a minute to grieve--not just for them, but for herself, too--then wiped her eyes and started thinking about immediate necessities.

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