The Child Of Dementia
Lydia rose from her seat and advanced toward him with delicate steps and stopped short of the black iron railing. Though Michael was lost in the fire, he was aware of her presence and drawn to her thoughts which he found uniquely disturbing. He only sat there and remained quiet. Cautiously Lydia brought her hand up and caressed the side of his face. It was deathly cold which left goose-flesh rain down her spine and her heart thumping with excitement. Licking her lips she peered closer, examining his face for fine detail and the slightest signs of age, but there were none. His skin seemed as solid as stone and remarkably smooth. At that moment an eerie sensation washed over her. She froze momentarily then retreated a couple of steps. For a second she actually felt the creature inside her thoughts. She smiled nervously, her red lipstick glimmering on her trembling lips. Again she stepped forward and grasped one of the iron railings. With her other hand she wiped her long brown hair from the side of her pallid face, revealing her elegant neck. She gazed at the vampire with a mix of curiosity and crazed lust. "You’re one of them, aren’t you?" Lydia heard herself whisper. "Yes," Michael uttered. Lydia smiled sharply and said, "A woman brought me here... she was tall, black hair, with a long white dress." "You mean seduced. She seduced you here." Lydia spoke up, "I’m sorry, but nobody seduces me." "Mm, but you were nonetheless." Lydia fell silent and looked back at the burning fire she made earlier in the evening. Michael turned to her and asked, "Do you know why you’re even here?" Lydia faced him and replied arrogantly, "Yes. To be like you." "To be like me...," Michael chuckled, "To be like us." "Look, I understand what I’m about to face, and I know what I’m getting myself into." "Oh, do you?" Michael replied with amusement. Lydia backed away and took a seat on the black leather sofa without shifting her gaze from him. Michael returned to the fire as if he were entranced by its crisp orange glow. It flickered with life, consuming the ethereal energy around it as it strived for final breath. Warmth. Tender warmth. Then all at once that warmth was gone. A powerful wind whirled past Michael and killed the rising flames. Only dim smoke lingered, creeping from out of the wood and ash like slivers of a remaining spirit struggling for heaven. Michael closed his eyes. Lydia rose from her seat, realizing the loss of the fire. She returned to Michael, then to the dark empty fireplace again. Her eyes widened and her heart sped faster in her chest as she knew her time was close. At last she turned back to Michael, but he was gone just like the fire she had lit hours ago. Lydia’s mouth lingered open as she eye-balled the room but unfortunately he was no where to be seen. "Hey, where’d you go?" Lydia muttered, then cried out for him. There was no answer. "Is anyone there? My beloved, is that you?" Again there was only silence. She then crept toward the winding staircase and as she stepped where Michael had sat she felt a cold hollow chill run through her body. She smiled sadistically and continued up the stairs, finding only coldness within the dark walkway. All of a sudden a deep voice jolted through the shadows, "You’re so beautiful, so young. Death is yours tonight, and you are mine!" Lydia stumbled backward then asked harshly, "Who is this who speaks to me? I was invited here by a woman. I’m hers." The vampire graciously stepped out from the shadows, revealing fine gray hair and blazing white eyes. His naked chest heaved with magnificent strength. "I’m your master!" Gallich bellowed. Lydia gasped in horror at the sight of him,
though strangely she felt a sense of lust and desire. Her instinct told her to run, run
for the arms of her lover, her vampire. Instantaneously she descended the staircase,
darted out of the front room into an unlit hall and reached what may have been a ballroom.
The walls were edged with marble as was the floor. Two enormous wooden chandeliers were
strung upon the ceiling as Expensive tapestries of finely made patterns woven in delicate art hung from the walls. Some were oriental and others were European: French, German and Scottish. One tapestry was blue with a golden yellow lion standing on two feet, its claws spread outward and mouth open revealing fangs. The teeth of a predator cannot be stopped by any means, she thought to herself. Lydia continued browsing through the other fine
works, somehow feeling drawn to them, as if in a trance, until she heard a whisper from
behind. It was the soft voice of a woman, so warm to Lydia’s ears. It called out for
her and caressed her human flesh from face to feet. Her inner thighs tingled with an
excitement she never thought possible. This feminine voice rose, drawing her senses into a
dizzy spell. She felt as The soft whisper repeated her name, "Lydia, come... oh Lydia, closer..." Lydia stepped freely toward the door, though she
never felt her feet touch the floor. The voice was soothing and pleasurable. It reminded
her of the tranquil sound of the flute, melodious and clever. Finally she reached for the
door and turned the knob. The heavy wooden door opened slowly. The darkness within was
banished by the surrounding candle light. Lydia went inside and found herself alone. The
room was cold with death and she shivered as she held her arms across her tiny breasts.
The darkness swallowed her whole while she stepped further inside. Within these Just for an instant Lydia saw all this but then it was Antonia again. She stood in the candle light, in leather, her hair black and her eyes glowing yellow. "Come," she said without speaking. "Come closer." Lydia did just that and Antonia slowly faded from site and at last the candle light was gone. Lydia searched for her in the darkness but she had vanished. "Come," she said again, her voice far away and understanding. Lydia stumbled further into a doorway and again
found Antonia with the candle, standing beside some sort of medieval contraption. Lydia
looked at it briefly but kept her eyes on Antonia. Oh, she was so exquisite, like a
manufactured doll but seemed to possess ghostly features. Her hair was just as divine as
she remembered from the Antonia smiled seductively, revealing her pointed teeth. "Come, Lydia... sit," Antonia muttered softly as she gestured to the chair behind her. Lydia hesitated, then carefully crossed the
large chamber and sat down. The chair was comfortable and relaxing, made of the finest
wood. Antonia set the candle down on a small table, went into a drawer and brought out a
box of matches. Gracefully she lit one and looked at Lydia through the flame. Lydia smiled
uneasily. Antonia lit three more candles which stood high upon a tall wooden cabinet. She
turned back to Lydia The four candles lit up only half the chamber fairly well, though the rest remained pretty dim, at least for Lydia. Although, within the new light Lydia caught sight of another contraption. It appeared to be a bed but it had chains leading from it and along the walls. What looked like large spikes lined the would-be mattress. Other metallic features were barely visible as well. She then brought her attention to the discolored walls. At first glance she thought it was rust that stained them but dreadfully realized it was dried blood. Kneeling down beside Lydia, Antonia whispered softly, "Don’t you think fire is so beautiful?" Lydia didn’t answer. She just stared at her, in love. "I wish I could taste it. I wish I could be it," Antonia said and drew closer to kiss her lips. Lydia didn’t back away, she just watched Antonia’s lips press against hers. They kissed deeply, passionately. Antonia ran her hands down Lydia’s naked
body, feeling every inch, and as Antonia’s fingers went down between her legs Lydia
trembled with ecstasy. Then Antonia moved down on her neck and started biting, teasing,
tasting her flesh "You’ve been in my arms so many times my love and this is the first I taste you on my lips," whispered Antonia as she moved her hand across her breast, caressing her nipple. "I’ve always wanted this from you, always wondered when you were going to fulfill my fantasies," Lydia breathed and moved her hands onto Antonia’s chest. "You, my child, will have your dreams fulfilled by tonight. Oh, I can feel the blood in your hands as you caress me. I want your blood inside of me, in my mouth, in my veins and in my very heart which beats solely for your love for me. Caress the death within me that will bring you life.. and lust." Lydia moved forward and began sucking on Antonia’s nipples, teasing them with her warm tongue. "I want you," she said, "I want you now." Antonia sprung up, her eyes blazing, teeth protruding, and pushed Lydia up out of the chair locking her securely on one of the torture devices. Rusted iron cuffs secured her wrists as she lay face down. Iron cuffs were then secured on her ankles, spreading apart her legs. Lydia laughed like a lunatic, waiting for the unexpected pain to lash out on her flesh. Oh she wanted it, she wanted it now. Fiercely Antonia kissed Lydia, holding her long brown hair in her hands, gripping and tugging it, then bringing her black nails to her back, gliding them up over her shoulders then back down on her butt, squeezing it firmly. Lydia struggled for more, her body trembling against the device. Antonia pulled back and licked Lydia’s lips playfully. "That feels so good, my love. I’m yours, yours for eternity," Lydia uttered softly onto Antonia’s sweet full lips. Wickedly Antonia smiled, her eyes gleaming as if they were on fire. She kissed Lydia hard, her tongue invading her throat, then grabbed Lydia’s hair violently, forcing her head back and hissing, "Your blood is mine, child, always and forever," she turned her head and continued, "The others are here, they want you now!" Gallich, dressed in full black leather, swept into the
room. His beautiful long gray hair draped over his shoulders and embraced his full chest.
In his hands he gripped a white leather lash and brushed it against Lydia’s leg.
Gallich grinned madly. Antonia moved down on her knees, unzipping the zipper to his crotch
and placing his manhood in her "Someone touch me! I need you, I need you inside me!" Lydia pleaded, looking over her shoulder at the two vampires. "Oh, my child," uttered Gallich, "I can taste you inside me already." Gallich stroked his hand along Lydia’s thigh and gently up into her wet pussy, rubbing it firmly. Lydia cried out in pleasure as she thrust her hips against his fingers. From behind Jacqueline appeared, ran her tongue
along Gallich’s leather body suit and up to the back of his neck. There she bit into
him, drawing blood and lapping up the wound feverishly. He gave a silent moan as he rubbed
Jacquilene’s firm body with his other hand. She smiled contentedly and crossed around
the table to where Lydia was cuffed. She then crawled up onto Lydia and caressed her body
with hers as her Jacqueline then climbed off of Lydia and struck her across the back with her chain. A loud dull thud cracked through the room. She grinned savagely, her fangs protruding from her lips. Lydia shrieked in glorious pain as Jacqueline pelted her again and again with crazed rapture. How beautiful Lydia felt in the service of these
magnificent beasts, these creatures hidden behind shadows of darkness and blood. It was a
mask, her mask that she was throwing away, revealing herself to life and death. This mask
of ballroom costumes, glossy white, was now burnt black with her anger and insanity. Ah,
the pain in her head, in her memories of her parents arguing and fighting and yes,
beating. She so Sweet blood broke out from Lydia’s back and Antonia rose from Gallich and moved to Lydia, licking the exposed blood. Antonia then brought out a long slender device and slid it into Lydia’s rectum. She cried out but slowly relaxed as Antonia continued fucking her. Gallich then shifted to the other side of the table and plunged his hardness in Lydia’s mouth, pumping slow and deep. Lydia took it in, running her tongue around the head of his cock as it reached her lips. Slowly they were accompanied by more vampires until the room swarmed with them. They stood watching like cold corpses buried standing up with discolored flesh and diseased tissue seeping from their bodies. Their eyes never blinked nor mouths twitched with lust. They just watched as their elders had their way with their newest sister, as they had had with them. Gallich came closer to orgasm, and his cock stiffened
in Lydia’s warm mouth. She looked playfully into his eyes as he pumped faster and
faster, then screamed in intense pain as Jacqueline slashed her back and legs with razor
blades and drank her blood heavily. Quickly Gallich exploded his semen down her throat and
eagerly she managed to swallow his thick syrupy cum. The surrounding vampires began to
chant in Michael cried as he watched, knowing that
another sacred life and love would uncover a journey of insanity. Jerard stood wide eyed,
his hair standing on end as if he had just been electrocuted. His lips moved, chanting the
love of the blood and the heart. Jacqueline sang and pranced about, then sliced open her
breasts and giggled as the blood flowed from them. The vampires nearest began drinking
from her. She A vampire took hold of one of the razors and started slashing his own body. Blood poured onto the floor as encircling vampires lapped it up with wanting tongues and vixen teeth. The vampire laughed in gurgling bliss until he was no more. Across the room another vampire ripped open his own throat. Michael felt the erotic pleasure and yet at the same time a terrible disgust. He made his way through the crowd of blood gorging vampires and stood before the device... before Lydia. She was no longer the young lady who was talking to him on the stairwell. Her body was deathly white, surprisingly just as pale as he. Gallich was inside her, and from then on she was his. Michael touched her naked body, expecting a reaction, but she just ignored him, only keeping her awareness on her new master. He peered deep into Gallich’s eyes and found only distant numbness. "Oh Michael," cried Antonia from behind. "Drink me, fuck me!" Michael only looked at her coldly and quickly
ran out of the chamber. "My Michael," she whispered. Lydia laid drenched in her blood, screaming, laughing, dying. Gallich slid his tongue in her bleeding anus and moved his fingers in her pussy, making love to her until she came all over him. Her body tingled and shivered all over like never before, and she cried out in exhilaration, thrusting her hips in and out. As dawn arose the vampires gradually disappeared into their crypts. Gallich and Jacqueline locked themselves away in their underground vault hidden even from the other vampires deep below the house. Antonia stayed behind, saddened yet satisfied. "Child, I wasn’t meant for you." Antonia whispered then laid beside Lydia, kissing her tenderly and holding her tight. "I can never be yours but I love you nonetheless. Please, don’t forget me, don’t forget our pleasure." Lydia cried helplessly, shamefully. Antonia later slipped away into the vault, leaving Lydia alone and abandoned. Eventually she passed out as morning surfaced into the horizon. She remained alone in the blood stained room and securely locked in the torture device. Her wrists and ankles bled from the cuffs, and her back was sliced and bruised and caked with blood. Her beaten body lay lifeless, but she was asleep. Her dreams were of home and family. The following week Michael visited her on occasion as she wept and begged for freedom. He gave her a baby or a small child to feed on. She cried horribly as she ripped open the screaming infant with her teeth, spouting blood in her mouth and down her throat, swallowing just as she swallowed Gallich. Lydia felt Gallich’s hard presence on her ever since she entered their dire coven, but her true love, Antonia, never re-appeared. She missed her terribly. At nights on end she would cry out her name, hoping she would come and release her from this... pain. But sometimes she enjoyed Gallich’s serene company. He guarded her as if she were a jewel, knowing full well she wanted freedom from the device, but he dared not release her, for deep inside he knew this was what Lydia desired. Black was her heart, and dark was her soul. Of course he would eventually release her so she could embrace him, love him, and be with him in eternity, though not for months, perhaps years would he think of doing so. He was her own personal damnation. October 1999 HofP |