Living Doll

Chapter One

Author’s Note: I have not abandoned Requiem but I am taking a break from it do to lack of inspiration. I’m still not stable so I cannot say how much I’ll be writing, if anything. (This story is inspired by a role-play thought up by X O M B ii 3, who demanded to be given credit. He really was quite a bitch about it.)

Warnings: Gore, squick, violence, language, underage/pedo, angst, vampirism, blood play (vampiric), M/M, possible M/M/M, necrophilia, cross-dressing, bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, HJ, oral, anal, toys, etc.

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A soft whine interrupted my thoughts and I refocused my attention onto the task at hand. A boy, runaway, mid-teens, lay naked before me, belly split open as if under autopsy. My bite marks were still visible on his neck and it was Nikkie who was whining beside me. I refrained from patting her head, least her white fur cling to the boy’s insides, but muttered non-sensically to her none-the-less. Her tail thumped on the floor happily in response.

She was waiting to eat the boy’s insides, licking her chops as I carefully removed them one by one. I had no use for these organs, only for the shell that carried them and would check each over carefully before giving them to her. I would not allow her to eat diseased or infected flesh.

First came the intestines, coiling elegantly above the hips and below the rib cage. I have yet to cut the sternum in half, the bone saw lying in wait beside me. I’d rather wait for when Nikkie was otherwise occupied. Blood on white fur was hard to wash off.

Gently setting the massive tubing in a large metal pan I was careful not to nick or cut it needlessly. I had already washed the boy off but I was still untrusting of what these organs held. They would be discarded along with the stomach and any other unsavory parts. They were unsafe to ingest and not even I would subject someone to them, even if that someone was only a German Sheppard.

This boy would have his insides removed and replaced with rubber ones, or whatever else I had lying around, before having his eyeballs replaced with glass, just as beautiful as the ones he had in him now. Then, after sewing him up, he’d be cut apart at the joints, already having been drained of his blood, and would be covered in a fine layer of resin. This resin would be sculpted to his skin, creating an identical shell that would keep his ‘skin’ alive and prevent decay. The removal of organs was to prevent the rancid smell of decay from overpowering.

The joints would be hinged together, creating a real life doll. The boy would then be given a name and would join my collection. He would not grow, would not age, but would remain like this forever, keeping me company throughout my long and endless life. I had no use for friends. Friendship, amongst humans, was volatile and didn’t last beyond the revealing of my identity. Even if it were to, humans age and die and I do not. I do not wish to subject myself to that torture. To the torture of having to watch everyone I come to care for die over and over again, not being able to stop it.

I am a vampire and regardless of beliefs, it is very hard to become one. At least 80% die in the process of turning, which is why it is rarely even attempted anymore. I have not seen one of my kind since my maker drew his last breath, so to speak. He killed himself in his attempt to once again become human. Perhaps that was what he had wanted all along, to die. I do not claim to know such things. Despite having lived decades with the man I learned almost nothing about him. Now that he was gone I felt sadness for the loss of his company, but not for the man himself. Being a vampire meant to live a very lonely life.

That is why I started this collection. Whenever I ended up killing a donor I would decide whether or not I would make them into a doll and would deal with the body accordingly. I didn’t always mean to kill my victims but when I did I might as well use their bodies to my advantage. I felt that at least in this way they could live on and serve a purpose, even if it was just to satisfy the morbid desires of a strange vampire. Sometimes I wished things would change but I had no hopes of that actually happening. The world was always slow to change and it would be a long, long time before the time comes where I can make contact with people and actually be known.

Nikkie was another story entirely. Though her name, gender, and breed may change over the years it will still be the same dog to me. I am attached to her and yet I would feel nothing if she were to die; my expendable companion, always at my side.

My thoughts were wandering again though and my hands had stilled. It was time to cut the sternum and therefore time to send Nikkie outside. Shooing her, I watched as she left the room obediently, the door having been left open a bit. It was the same with the front door. I had no fear of burglars and would feel it if someone entered my home uninvited. A security I took for granted, but I had no reason to do otherwise.

I let my hands do the work, listening to the methodical sounds of the drill as it cut through the bone neatly. It was always interesting to watch; bones so hard that they can take 7-15 pounds of pressure, yet so fragile that this spinning blade can cut through it like butter. (Soft butter of course. Have you ever tried to cut through frozen butter? Neither have I, but I’ve heard negative things about it.)

Once I was through I separated the rib cage, holding them apart with clamps as the skin was being held, and looked over the festival of pinks and reds before me. The organs were in good shape and I saw nothing wrong with them so far. Placing the bone saw back on the table I picked up the remote and turned on my stereo, turning up the volume to Beethoven’s Appasionata. Now I would really get to work.

The minutes flew by me like a musician’s fingertips upon the piano keys that I so loved. I knew nothing of how to play or even the names for various parts of the score I was listening to, but it was beautiful to me all the same. The boy’s cavity was now empty, each organ having been removed as neatly as possible, leaving almost nothing behind. Normally one would embalm the body but I saw no reason to do this. The resin would keep the skin and body air tight, preserving it the way it was despite whatever decay would occur internally. It had taken me a long time to perfect this, something I was quite proud of.

Checking through the organs over quickly, I called Nikkie back in before setting the large pan in front of her, off to the side and out of the way. Meat was meat, no matter what animal it came from, and Nikkie was no more set upon attacking humans than she was a cat or squirrel. She knew what she was and wasn’t allowed to have.

Now came time for the boring part of the job and piano wailed in sympathy for me as if on cue. With a needless sigh I set about my task, replacing the boy’s organs so that his skin would remain stable and not collapse. It was tedious work that required my full attention but it was worth it given the quality of the final product. I had dolls that were born almost a century ago, still dressed in the best clothing of their time. I considered them antiques. Not a scratch or sign of decay was on them, which was quite a feat considering how often I moved them. When one didn’t age it wasn’t wise to live in the same place for too long.

For a month now I have been living in the city of Leorn and have kept to myself, only leaving to go out for walks with Nikkie or to buy dog food. I didn’t always have organs to feed her after all. It was a simple life, but as a vampire I craved this simplicity. There were already too many thoughts in my head and I needed not add to the list by having to watch out for neighbors or acquaintances.

I didn’t actually have any neighbors though. I had bought a warehouse deep within an abandoned district, surrounded by many other buildings that all looked the same. Even so I had taken a small bit of effort to make this my home. I occupied only three floors of the five story building and had put up a fence around the front, potted plants and trees placed in the area to give a sense of life. Ironic, isn’t it?

None-the-less I liked it here and planned on staying for as long as I could safely allow. It had everything I needed, including old machinery which made it easy for me to heat up and pour the resin. That is where the rubber organs came from as well. I had the moldings for them and enjoyed creating extras just to play with. They entertained me and made great toys for Nikkie to play with. Her favorite passed time was to chew on the intestines and shake her head with them, slapping anything within range.

A glance at the clock told me that I had to get moving though, if I wanted to complete him before sundown. I always liked seeing my new creations in the fading sunlight, watching the light fade in their glass eyes as the sun disappeared beyond the horizon. Then I knew that my doll was complete.

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