The Obsession

She came to my door, in fact and asked to come in. I served her some Jack Daniels which she glad-fully took. She swallowed the beverage as if she’d been drinking for years. “I bought some stuff in case you’d want to hang around a little bit more than two seconds.”
“Why did you assume that I’d be coming back here?” My face probably gleamed with self-assurance. “You know you have real issues with assuming too much. Bet you think you got me all figured out, like the rest of them.”
“Was I wrong though?” I asked and I watched her lower lip turn into a pout like an angry child’s. Silence from her only.
“Joking aside, I really can’t figure you out, you say one thing then you do another, the way you think got me all confused.”

“So you can read minds?” I filled up her glass once more, she let it stand though.
“Not as much as I can sense what people think, but on the simple-minded yes, I can” She seemed to accept that. “But you are anything but simple- minded, that’s why I can’t figure you out.”

Quiet, only the sound of the neighbors and music playing in the background.
Music of the dark/angst kind on the radio station, the sound of the electric guitars intensifying the silence, eroticism in the rock music I had never noticed before. Lynn looked at me, I looked at her nobody said a word. Then we both threw aside the coffee table that separated us, and as we had sex for the third time I couldn’t help but notice that the attraction that lay between us was something that could not be helped. And every time we met it seemed we couldn’t stay away from each other. She tried to hide it of course, being sort of nonchalant and not giving me the time of day, or…night. But I knew this for what it was right from the start and decided not to turn it into something it’s not.

The warmth of her body felt so nice against my coldness and I would have been happy just to hold her, but since she seemed to want something more- then who was I to complain? This time we actually made it to the bed and now we had “known” each other just enough to know what the other wanted, or in her case craved. I lay her on the bed, on her stomach so I could see the backside of her naked body in all its beauty. Flawless. Not a single mark on her, yet.

I bent down to kiss her back on random places and moved over to the cleft of her ass, just touching the area lightly with my delicate fingers then smoothing over the whole surface of the buttocks. She tensed up when I gave her an almost-rim just on the area where the cheek bends inwards towards more un-discovered lands. I smiled at my own devilry. Then I separated her thighs just a little bit, she was reluctant at first being in such a vulnerable position were I could do any-thing I wanted to her.

She gave in, but still being on her guard as if I would hurt her any minute.
Then I pushed my cock inside her, slowly savoring every second. The tightness of her entrance that was created by the partially closed thighs made us both gasp with divine sweet feeling of ecstasy. All the while I held on close to her, grabbing a hold of her hair making her upper body rise from off the bed.

Sex with her was just so exciting I didn’t know if I could ever stop trying it with her every time I’d felt inclined. She breathed so heavily, panting, and almost whimpering by the sensation.

I came before I even knew I was gonna. Sadly I didn’t get to fulfill the deal for her. But she didn’t seem to mind as she turned to face me while touching herself. Took her hands and pushed them to either side of her.
The wetness was unbelievably arousing and she moaned heavily as I lapped at her and touched her and kissed her. I licked and kissed until she was spent.


As we recovered from exhaustion I got the feeling she would pull away from me again. Tcoldcoldness so transparent, not wanting to show it only it was so bleeding obvious. She put on her clothes, picked up her things and then:
“You know we can’t do this again.” with a worried look on her face.
“You said that the last time too” I kissed her earlobe; she pushed me away, her little hands on my chest. “Yeah, but this time I mean it, it’s wrong and I can’t keep pretending that it isn’t. You’re a vampire, I’m human! This is wrong.”

“Mm-hmm” I let out while picking up one of the hands she had pushed me away with, taking her forefinger unto my mouth. She fell into silence and the big blue questioning me again with a dark gaze. “So you understand? That we can’t do this anymore?”
“Have you finished convincing yourself already?” I sai her her, Lynn glared at me furiously, I just smiled self-consciously again. “See you tomorrow then?”
Uh-oh, did I strike a sensitive nerve?

All that was left was the air as she stumbled out furiously. Seems she wansn't so graceful when angry, now this was nice, knowing I could tease her and knowing that she’d come back no matter how much I threw it in her face, the fact that she couldn’t control what she felt about me, even if it was just carnal desire. But I had a feeling that it was beginning to grow into something more than that.

She didn’t come the next day. ‘Good’ I thought ‘the girl needs to cool her jets anyway’ I figured. Besides she was only feen,een, probably not allowed to be out every single night anyway. Thought I’d check up on her though, seeing as she was my one and only obsession after all. I stood outside her house. Everything so quiet and dark, something was wrong. As I passed the small garden of roses by the front porch I heard no sound at all-even with my supernatural hearing. Rushed inside, finding Lynn on the top floor, lying beside someone. A dead someone by the smell of it. Her mother and father were lying there on the floor heads lying in a pool of blood and their eyes long ago open never to close again, stared right in front of them, up at the ceiling.

The place was thrashed everything either taken or destroyed, she had no siblings she said, apparently found them last night, my heart was filled with empathy for the girl, after all I knew what it was to lose my whole family. Tried to make her get up, leave the body of her mother in peace, that she was touching, clenching her hand and cupping her mothers face in her hands trying to make her wake up.

“Leave them, leave the bodies in peace” I said to her, turning her towards me.
“Those bodies are my parents!” she cried in realization barely even retaining the tears that were flowing again as they surely must have last night. I pulled her by the arm so as to give some space between herself and the corpses of her parents.
Silver tears streaming down her cheek and loud cries of sheer desperatechoechoed in the room. Tried to steady her as she was shaking rather violently.

I know these situations all too well, I know these desolate cries of abandonment and fury and sorrow draining your soul dry of all its hope that it ever had, the little of it that’s left we keep in our hearts, locking it up protectively. There was no strength in her now. “Oh, God” She cried “I can’t…I can’t” I comforted her, held her close tried not to be the usual me. “I can’t breathe” she whispered in between sobs. “I know honey” tried my best to be as human as possible in this situation. Usually I just walk away from dead bodies, not caring so much about them. But I couldn’t do that now, could I?

“I can’t breathe” she said one more time then she fainted.

Guess the talking was too much. To actually refer to her mother and father as dead bodies must have tipped the scale. I carried her out of there and back to my apartment because I honestly didn’t know where else to take her.
Called the police and gave them her address. Went through her things, looking for a phone-number, address, a name –anything to some sort of relation or friend of the family. But nothing, just a business card. It read Andrea Murphy, including profession, address and phone-number. Then I remembered; the blonde woman that Lynn had saved the other night form being violated. She seemed like a warm and giving person.

Could take Lynn to her, cause what Lynn didn’t need right now was to be around the un-dead. What this poor girl needed was to be with fellow-humans. To sleep in a nice warm bed being taken care of by someone, not only human but female as well. ‘Then it’s decided’ I thought as I carried the still sleeping girl towards the door.


I had been right- the woman gladly accepted the child, thanking me actually for bringing her over in this the girl’s time of need. And who was I?
She had turned around for one moment but I was already gone. Left a personal note to Miss Murphy thanking her for taking care of this orphaned child.
Of course I stayed around most of the night- making sure Lynn didn’t panic as she awoke and watching the awakening from outside Miss Murphy’s house.

Then making sure the police had found the bodies. Its outrageous how abruptly a persons life can change. And I had understood when I had walked into that room where Lynn was lying on the floor beside her parents that thinere ere not going to be the same.

Turned out that Andrea Murphy had quite the family to take care of my precious girl and just a few days after Lynn had been “dropped off” some of Andrea’s closest family had come to visit this new one. Grandma Murphy was cooking delicious-smelling food in the kitchen, Andrea’s fiancé was trying to make Lynn feel at home, and occasionally open up a little bit more, as psychiatry was his profession it was more of a reflex now than nosy-ness. Children were playing and running around the house, but not were Lynn was seated though, Andrea had told her small nephews and nieces that they shouldn’t disturb Lynn, but Lynn didn’t seem to mind when at random they would be running past her towards the kitchen.

I had dropped off most of her clothes and other things she might find useful and/or valuable just so she wouldn’t have to go back to the house herself. And it took a long time before she could leave the warmth and safety of Andrea’s house.

It had been two months; the little darling looked as if she’d aged forty years. Lynn had insisted upon going alone back to the house she lived in before- independent as was her nature she didn’t want anybody by her side for a longer period of time. “Alexander” she called out to me, clad in her usual black. I appeared in front of her, coming out of the shadows.

Her eyes still ocean blue seemed to know everything. “You don’t have to hide anymore.” I reached out to touch her face; she flinched as if I would hurt her.
“Don’t be afraid of me Lynn, it’s not you, it’s not how you were made.”
“I’ve sensed you” she said barely audible “all of this time I’ve sensed that you were there, watching me” I was surprised, yet I should have seen it coming, we were after all…connected in a way. “Looking out for you” I corrected.

We walked together, only looking at the ground watching it change from grass to concrete to grabble and without looking up even once we had made it to Lynn’s home. Or what used to be her home. She clung on to me like a small child holding on to a parent when seeing the home which now only reminded her of terror and pain. “I changed my mind” she said suddenly and walked the opposite direction. I made her stop, standing in front of her, making her look at me. “Hey, you are doing this now. You’re strong, remember?”
Her face turned in pain as she spoke. “You know what the worst part is?”
I merely stared at her “It’s that all of this time, I wasn’t even thinking about them. I have stopped grieving a long time ago. All I thought about was being with you, I wanted you to touch me, to hold me to make it all disappear. To love me, to want me, I wanted you to be by my side so bad, I didn’t even think about them!” she said as she started crying and I held her close as she mentally beat herself up for being in love with something that can not die.

“Oh, love, it’s not your fault, it’s all part of the grieving process and everybody handles it differently. There’s no right way of grieving and you don’t have to think about them all the time.”
“But they’re always in the back of my head, always there to give me pain now. And you, you’re the one thing that doesn’t give me pain thinking about.”
Her red eyes filled with tears looked up at me, still in my embrace.
“Promise me” she whispered.
“Promise you what?”
“That whatever happens, promise you will always be there, close to me for as long as I live”
I smiled at her sadly, now thinking of her life, how she would inevitably grow old and die, and I would no longer be in her life.
“I promise” I said to her poignantly. Even though I knew that wouldn’t always be true, sure I would look out for her, but I wouldn’t be in her life forever.

How could I be there for her always? It was true that she needed me at the moment, but she wouldn’t need me forever, and she would not want me forever either, as soon as she’d see the real me, as soon as she realizes what it is to be a vampire. Not all fun and games as you would think. After all I am now and always will be a killer, doesn’t matter that the ones I kill are killers too, no one has a license to kill. And me feeding on murderers and rapists does not justify anything. I am not good, therefore I cannot be the judge of who’s worthy of living or dying. Not even the good ones can. I only feed because I need blood- and I am a killer.
Weather or not they are innocent is not relevant, and she will come to see that.

Sorrow that hath been my companion for all these years crept over me once again and I followed the girl inside the house to face her one and only fear.

(End chapter four)

ch5 coming.