The Storm – Part 3 the Conclusion

Part 3, the final segment.

Camilla grabbed the hair on his head and pulled it hard back away from her. The man jerked his head up and raised his hand to slap her, but stopped in mid swing looking into her face. He felt a sudden unease growing in the pit of his stomach. Something wasn’t right, he started to realize that the woman showed no fear. Before his caution and judgment was clouded by his hunger and lust, but now he could see with clarity that he might have the disadvantage here. He tried to get up off her, but she held his arms tightly with a surprising strength for such a small woman.

Camilla let go of his left arm and swung her hand hard slapping him hard across his face. His head snapped back from the force of her blow. Totally off balance the man rolled over to the right falling off the bed. He started to get to his feet trying to decide whether to fight or flee. Something wasn’t right, the woman should have been scared, he had broken in her home and raped her, but she wasn’t acting scared at all. No she was behaving differently. She seemed to have enjoyed the rape and was now the aggressor. This woman was crazy, the man decided that fleeing was the better option. But Camilla wasn’t ready for the intruder to leave yet. She hadn’t felt so sated in decades and wasn’t ready for this to be over yet.

She leapt off the bed, rounded the foot of the bed and was on the man before he could stand straight up knocking them both to the floor. The man lying face down on the bottom of the pile shifted his shoulder and rolled on to his back. Camilla hung on shifting her grip so that she was on top of the man facing him. The man looked up at Camilla and saw something strange in her eyes. Definitely not fear, no more like hunger. She was now the one in control and the man didn’t like that one bit. He tried to push her off of him, but she was too strong. This wasn’t right, she was a small woman, the same size that he was used to throwing around. Camilla leaned down over the man’s face, her eyes smiling, her lips parted slightly as if she was going to kiss him. She hovered over his lips for a long moment, then angled her head to the left and dropped her head to his neck long fangs bared. Camilla drank hungrily from the man’s throat, draining him of all blood.

Standing over the corpse, Camilla looked down and felt totally satisfied. The storm, the stranger, sex and dinner, the first time in more than ten years, Camilla had known such pleasure. It had been a perfect evening after all.

I hope you have enjoyed this. I welcome any comments and suggestions on how I can improve in the future.

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The Storm – Part 2

Part 2 of The Storm – I hope you enjoy it.

Camilla turned and walked out of the kitchen, head cocked slightly, listening carefully to catch any sound of the intruder. Lightning streaked across the sky and before the crash of thunder ended, the power went out in the house, plunging Camilla into darkness. With the darkness, Camilla could not follow the muddy footprints to the hiding spot of the intruder. The intruder was now at a disadvantage, he could no longer see her and was unfamiliar with the layout of the house, while Camilla was quite at ease in the dark and knew every nook and cranny of her beloved home.

She heard a sound coming from upstairs in one of the bedrooms. Slowly Camilla started up the stairs in search of the source of the sound. She stopped at the doorway of the first guest bedroom listening carefully and looking for any sign of movement. No one was in the room, so she moved on to the next bedroom. No one was hiding in that one either and Camilla moved on to the master bedroom.

Walking into the master bedroom Camilla sensed a presence there with her. She moved to the center of the room and turned slowly around full circle in search of the intruder. Standing next to the bed was the dark form of a man. She stood stock still for a moment, deciding whether to stay and face the intruder or flee. Camilla moved deliberately and slowly closer to the intruder and the danger of the unknown.

As Camilla closed the gap, the man moved to meet her at the foot of the bed. He closed his arms around her hugging her tightly, close to his body. He turned lifting her body and laid her on the bed. Lowering his body on top of her, he looked into her eyes. There was no fear in her eyes, in fact she met his gaze with a hungry look in her eyes.

Without any words between them, the man unbuttoned her blouse slowly caressing her skin as he pushed the button through the buttonhole. Moving downward he unbuttoned Camilla’s slacks, unzipped them and slid them down over her hips slowly, his hands lingering at the small of her back. As he pulled he slacks down past her knees, Camilla sat up toward him pulling him back down on top of her. The man positioned himself above her and moved in thrusting deep inside her. Camilla met his thrusts and moved with him slowly at first, together they moved faster and faster. Camilla moaned a long low moan and clutched the man tightly to her as she rose to a climax. The man spent, relaxed against her and closed his eyes. Camilla laid beneath the man satisfied for the first time in a long time. It was too bad it had to end so soon. Camilla pushed at the man trying to move him off her, but he just laid there breathing heavy.

Part 3 the final segment will post on Thursday. Please come back and read how it turns out,

The Storm – Part 1

Today I thought I would do something a bit different. I’ve written a short story titled “The Storm”. A bit of fiction, that I will post in three parts. Below is Part 1.

The lightning flashed across the sky illuminating the dark sky for a moment, then everything was plunged into darkness again. Waiting for the next round of lightning, Camilla peered out the window sure she had seen someone standing next to the large weeping willow tree. The wind whipped the branches around in a wild dance about the figure, making the figure look like Medusa. Storms were strangely calming to Camilla. The more violent the storm, the more Camilla enjoyed it. Her soul so unsettled seemed to connect with the tumultuous weather. But tonight, she couldn’t relax, something was out there watching.

Camilla lived in a two story house that was over two hundred years old in a remote part of Louisiana. The house has been in her family’s possession since it was built. It stood almost a half mile from the main road and was not easily visible by the casual passerby. To get to the house one had to drive down the winding tree lined gravel road. There were very few visitors that ever came to the house, some said that the house was haunted or at the very least, strange things had happened out there.

There by the tree was a figure, Camilla could just barely make out the form at the next lightning flash. She stepped back from the window and let the curtain fall back in place blocking any view from outside. Camilla left the living room and walked to the front door making sure the door was locked and threw the deadbolt for added security. She was not so much afraid as she was curious, who would be watching her and why. She then walked down the hall to the kitchen to make sure the back door was locked. Camilla walked in to see the back door standing open, rain blowing in covering the floor. Camilla dashed across the room to close the door and noticed that there were muddy footprints going from the doorway out of the kitchen into the house. Someone else was in the house with her.

Part 2 will be posted on Tuesday. Please check back for more.

Beware the Harvest Moon

Fiction for Tuesday

 

The harvest moon hung low on the horizon, orange and large, just coming up.  Adam ran along the trail enjoying the brisk evening air.  He always ran in the evening, fewer people around.  On this evening, as Adam ran he noticed a figure ahead walking in the middle of the trail.  As he got closer to the figure he noticed it was a woman, small and slim with long black hair.  He moved to the left to go around her, but it was as if she knew he was there and also moved to the left blocking his path.

Adam then moved to the right starting to get a bit frustrated and the woman moved to the right.  Adam pulled up just in time to avoid crashing into her.  The woman slowly turned around to face Adam with a slight smile on her face, amused that she had caused him to stop.  She had creamy white skin with pale blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight.  Adam choked back an irritated response to the woman who caused him to halt his run.

She took a step toward him and laid a hand on his chest and looked into his eyes, Adam felt frozen in his body waiting for her to say something.  This was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

The woman smiled slowly, leaned in close to his chest and spoke softly, “I’ve been watching you for a long time, waiting for the right moment to speak to you.”

Adam nodded unable to speak, wondering why this beautiful woman had approached him and why was she watching him?

The woman’s voice almost a whisper said, “I know much about you and want you to know me.”

Adam stood mesmerized but finally found his voice, “Why do you want to know me?”

The woman laughed softly, “Oh Adam, you are the man I want.  I have chosen you to be with me forever.”

“What, wait what are you talking about?  Be with you forever?  I don’t who you are or even your name.  How can you just say you have chosen me?”  Adam tried to take a step back but found that he couldn’t move away from her.

“Tonight is the one night that we have to walk this earth and choose a mate.  I choose you.  After tonight you will know an eternity with me.  You will learn all about me in time.  You will learn to love me and appreciate the gift I am about to give you.”

 

“No!”  Adam screamed but no words came out, he stood frozen unable to move as the woman moved in and wrapped her arms around him.  She lifted her face up to his and placed her lips on his.  Adam felt a strange sensation, like his body was growing lighter.  He looked down at the woman and watched as her face changed from beautiful to ugly with red glowing eyes.  Her fingers became claws with long razor sharp talons on the end.  The talons pierce his back ripping the flesh and shredding the skin.  The pain and agony of his back being shredded was nothing compared to the feeling of weakness, his heart pounded in his chest.  His heart exploded then Adam felt nothing anymore.

After a brief moment, Adam was gone with only a small pool of blood on the running trail.