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Forbidden Vampire
Copyright © 2001 By Cecil Washington
She had the dream. Again. And this time it made Cynthia late for work. It was the dream she had when B. would come into her bedroom and take her while her
husband, James, was in the living room, passed out drunk on the couch.
"Get up dammit! Jesus Christ! Bitch, do you know what time it is? You're gonna be two hours late for work!" James shoved her as their alarm clock's beeping chewed at her eardrums. But she knew what time it was. She was laying in bed on her right side with her eyes closed. Her right arm served as a pillow while the fingers on her left hand parted and stroked herself.
James jumped up and ripped the covers off the bed. There laid his slim, firm, olive complexioned, dark haired wife, Cynthia. She was smiling softly, still off in her world with her fantasy lover, grinning the way she once used to with him. These days his
obsessive work ethic and his abuse and neglect had pushed Cynthia's lovemaking to become an act of duty and desperation, rather than a sharing of lust and love.
He kicked her in her buttocks. She rolled off the bed and stood up, furious. "Damn you, James!" she screamed. "What the hell is wrong with you? Don't you ever do that to me again!"
James walked over around the bed and stood in her face. She glared at his doughy, hairy body, made repulsive from years of drinking and laziness. The sight of him naked nearly nauseated her at times. The fact that he drank all the time, fooled around with his interns and treated her like his slave did not help matters much either. The studly, auburn haired,
older man she married had decayed into a big, fat, ornery old fool who drank, cursed and hit her too much.
He looked down at her. "Bitch, I know what you were doing over there on the bed. You're cheating on me, aren't you? Probably running around on me when you're supposed to be at work, aren't you!" James grabbed her by the hair. She grunted in pain. "You're lucky to have me at your age you old dried up thing!" James threw her onto the bed.
Cynthia crawled over to the other side and covered herself. She was scared, hurt by his words. At forty-two, she did not feel like the vibrant woman he married twenty years ago. Even though she knew she could get someone else if she wanted to, she was too frightened and wounded to leave. The only man she was able to trust, who she could talk to and open up to without him judging her, was B. It was no wonder that even though he was probably seventeen years younger than she was, she wanted him. Desired him. Needed him. Loved him.
Cynthia sniffed the air. "God, you've been drinking again, haven't you, James? Again! You're not going to stop until you kill yourself or you kill me, are you?" Tears of frustration welled in her eyes.
"Listen Bitch!" Bitch -- he called her that sometimes like it was her first name. "I don't have time for this. When I find out who your boyfriend is, I will kill him, believe me!" He walked over to his dresser, opened the top drawer, and began putting on worn, stained underwear. "You remember what I tell you. Now get downstairs and fix me some God damn coffee. Now!"
Cynthia protested. "But James, I'm already late, I can't. I. . . "
"Now!" His scream sounded nearly inhuman. Frightened beyond belief, she ran out of the room, naked except for the covers she had wrapped around her. Cynthia ran downstairs and began fixing breakfast for her husband, as he commanded.
It was 10:30 by the time Cynthia got to her desk. Frantic, she sat down and turned on the computer. Mary, the young Chinese girl who shared the cubicle with her, turned around and whispered, "Janis has been looking for you. She came in early today because you two are meeting with the Vice President, remember?"
"Oh shit," whispered Cynthia, "I forgot! James was being such a moron this morning that I completely spaced out about the meeting."
"Don't worry," Mary answered, "she forgot all about you once her boy toy showed up at 8. They've been in there for over two hours with the door closed. I know it doesn't take that long to deliver mail." Mary giggled and turned around to her desk.
"Who cares, she's the boss!" said Cynthia.
Mary turned around again, this time with a note in her hand. "This, Cynthia, is something from your boytoy. He was here when I got in. Said he had to hurry out, something about needing to eat. Guess he went and got some breakfast. Anyway, he asked me to give you this note." Mary handed the letter to Cynthia.
Cynthia was nervous. She sat there staring at the note in her hand.
"No, silly, I have not opened it yet," Mary teased. "Read it and tell me what it says.
Cynthia opened the letter and read B's poem:
I know a lovely woman,
Overtaken by her shyness and
Afraid to let me touch her though she
Knows what is in my heart.
Ours is a special friendship.
I long for it to be more than
Words exchanged and feelings shared.
I want our bodies to blend;
Our passion would be eternal,
Our love would scream.
Will you scream when I take you, Love?
Will you moan when I am inside you?
When we fall into dark passion,
Will you let me take your soul?
Cynthia felt a quiver below her stomach. A warm wave draped her body. She . . . . after she read the poem.
"Oh my God!" Mary said loudly, "what on Earth did he write!" She nosily walked over to Cynthia. "Please, let me see! Let me see!"
Cynthia blushed. "Mary! Shhh!"
A few people within earshot looked over at the commotion, then returned to their work. "Here," Cynthia said after the interest died down. "Read it, Nosy!"
Mary pulled out a pair of glasses, sat down and read the poem. She was breathing heavily when she finished. "Man, this guy is getting seriously hooked on you. I am so jealous!" she teased. "What are you going to do about him?"
"I don't know," Cynthia smiled, "but right now, I'm enjoying it!" She took the poem from Mary and pinned it up on the cubicle wall beside her desk. She hung it up next to a drawing that she'd done of a young black male vampire sucking the blood out of a white woman dressed in a Puritan outfit. No one knew that the drawing was from another dream she had about B. B had come to her in the form of a vampire. He sucked her blood and loved her body into a level that was so intense, she was shaking and covered in sweat had awakened from it. She swore that she saw him standing over her in the darkness. His fangs were ready to devour her neck and the rest of him was ready to pry into her body.
**
Belial could not stop thinking about her. He knew that his interest in Cynthia was bordering on obsession. Lately, every woman that he had taken reminded him of her, to the point where it seemed like he was only preying on dark, slender, East European women. He even began mating with his victims. Normally, he would only use his charm to sleep with the black girls he seduced out of the churches near his lair. But Cynthia was different. He was beginning to wonder if she would accept the fact that he was a demon.
He thought that the astral projections would be enough. Belial had begun visiting Cynthia's dreams. There, in the safe regions of her subconscious he had begun loving and violating her. His favorite scenario involved the two of them being together in her house while her husband was in the other room. She had the softest neck he ever had the pleasure of biting. Belial had wondered if she were some kind of witch that was on a mission to destroy him, but time spent talking with her revealed that she was merely a lonely woman in need of comfort. Being the chivalrous vampire that he was, he had no trouble at all obliging her wants.
"Bondage" he said to himself, "the next dream will be about bondage. If she still wants me after that, I'm taking her in the flesh."
Belial looked across a dark, cramped apartment. He gazed at his clock. "Eleven. She should be at work by now," he said aloud to no one. He got up from the bed and walked over to the computer. "Let me log on and see if she on Internet Messager." Belial turned on the machine and logged in. He laughed to himself as typed his logon id, VAMPIREBLACK666, knowing that far too many humans would use his user name as a reason to flirt with him. He had taken in quite a few buxom young females as meals with that one, girls of all nationalities dieing to meet the man with the mysterious name. "They always go for the bad-boys" he thought to himself.
Belial paid for his belongings by hiring himself out as a bodyguard or security officer during the day. Being a vampire with melanin in his skin gave him the ability to travel during the day with no problem. It was easy for him to pretend to be a young, struggling black man. At night, however, he had to feed on the blood of the unsuspecting. Sometimes his prey was some of the people he was contracted to protect if they decided that they did not have to pay him on time. As long as he paid his taxes and did not take too many victims that would be missed, he had something that resembled a normal life. At least as normal as life can get for a vampire of color.
Belial logged into the Messenger service. "Yes!" he yelled to himself as he saw MOONCHILD69, Cynthia's login id. He typed in a message and they began chatting.
**
VAMPIREBLACK666: hello, Cynthia.
MOONCHILD69: Hi, B. I got your message. Hot stuff. You write beautifully.
VAMPIREBLACK666: Thank you. It's for a hot lady. ;-).
MOONCHILD69: Look, B, I am flattered, really, I am, but you've got to slow down, K? I'm a married woman. I don't want things to get out of hand.
MOONCHILD69: I really like our friendship, and I don't want to hurt your feelings. You seem like a really sweet guy.
VAMPIREBLACK666: You seem like a lady who would really taste good. Can I bite you?
MOONCHILD69: Stop it, B, you're making me blush. :-). But seriously, honey, we need to talk, okay?
VAMPIREBLACK666: Okay, can I call you?
MOONCHILD69: No, not here at work. I got in late and I don't want Janis to see me on the phone. How about you meet me at 1:00? I'll take a late lunch so that I can at least get some work done first.
MOONCHILD69: Is that okay?
VAMPIREBLACK666: Okay, Cynthia. Where?
MOONCHILD69: We can meet out front of the building and sit in the park, okay?
VAMPIREBLACK666: Okay. I'll see you then. If a dog comes up and licks you, it's me. ;-).
MOONCHILD69: LOL. See, I always said that men are dogs!
VAMPIREBLACK666: Bye, Cynthia. See you.
MOONCHILD69: Bye, B!
**
"So, sending personal messages on company time, I see?"
Cynthia whirled around in shock. Her boss, Janis, a 50 something, graying, plump black woman in a pine suitdress was staring down at her with scolding blue eyes.
"It's ah, well, ah, heh, well, you know. . . " Cynthia stuttered.
"In my office. Now!" Janis commanded.
Cynthia walked meekly over to the office, obeying the second rude command she had heard that morning.
Cynthia sat down at the chair in front of Janis's desk. Suddenly, she noticed a peculiar odor as Janis closed the door. It was the musk of love. So, Cynthia thought to herself, she really has been getting it on with one of the guys in the mailroom. And she's getting on my ass about me talking on the computer? What a bitch!
"No, dear, I'm not a bitch, I'm just satisfying myself." Janis laughed as she sat down.
Cynthia's mouth fell open. "What? How'd you . . . I never said that!" she blurted out defensively.
"It's written all over your face," Janis said as she opened her purse. After taking out a carton of cigarettes, she placed the purse under her desk. "Look dear, I know what you all say about me out there. Everybody knows that I have my little friend come up here and deliver. I figure if the men can have the college kids, then hell, why can't we!" Janis lit up a cigarette.
"Janis, uh, I don't really want to talk about your love life. . . "
"Cynthia, shut up. I do. And," she paused as she took a puff and blew out a breath of smoke, "I am going to talk about yours, because it's interfering with your job."
Cynthia became sullen.
"Look, I know that Jim or James, or whatever that jerk's name is you married is beating you, and he's not giving you any. He's the same age as my husband. Most of them have broken cigars at that age. That's one reason why you're always late. And another reason," she took another drag and puff, "or rather, the reason that you're always late from lunch is that you're drooling over that big black brother that used to work for Security."
Cynthia spoke up. "B and I are none of your business! I do my job! Ask anybody around here!"
"Look Cynthia, I know you're good. You're real good, one of the best analysts I have. And I know that you want to make management. But dear, you are not going to make it if you don't clean up these other areas of your performance. You have to wait until you’re sitting behind this side of the desk before you mess around, understand?" Janis crushed the cigarette and waved the smoke around. "Maybe that will get rid of the smell," she said aloud to herself. "Here's some advice: if you ever do go into management, hire yourself a young, grateful, needy intern." Janis laughed and walked out of the office, blatantly proving that power corrupts.
**
Belial got to the front of the building at one o'clock sharp. He was dressed in long sleeves, a doorag, and blue jeans. He fit his sun glasses tightly to his eyes in order to block out the glare of the sun. While sunlight was not fatal to a swarthy vampire, it
certainly did not mean that it did not make his eyes ache from time to time. But he was willing to put up with the pain if it meant that he could see the object of his desire.
He looked through a small sea of casually dressed men and women and found Cynthia leaning against a glass door, reading the book of love poetry he had bought for her. From the smirk she had on her face, he knew that it must have been the one he had written under his pen name Vampire Black. It was called "Lovenstein":
Born of throbbing lust,
Created for Man to give to Woman.
Used by Man as he
Takes Women and Girls.
Oh Serpentine Monster,
Bury deep into her Womb,
Expand inside the darkest bowels.
Arise, ye Lovenstein
Enter her throbbing town.
Thrust the Sacred Spot,
Until she has
The Coming.
He waved. She waved back and walked over to meet him. The two gave each other friendly hugs and walked towards the park near her building. They stopped at a vendor and grabbed a couple of hot dogs and some sodas. Belial ordered her a chili dog, extra cheese, onions, mustard, no ketchup, just the way she liked it. Gee, she thought to herself, I've been married to James for twenty years and he still can't remember what I want on my hotdog.
Belial found them an empty bench. Neither one of them wanted to be the first to speak. Finally, Cynthia spoke, delivering a message she knew he did not want to hear.
"B, I'm sorry, but we are going to have to stop seeing each other". She began tearing.
"I know you feel uncomfortable with our relationship. I know we've crossed the line, Cynn," he always preferred to call her Cynn instead of Cynthia, "and I'm sorry. I just got carried away with you, with us. It's my fault. I hope I haven't caused you any problems at home."
"No, it's not you fault, it's me. It's all my fault," she sobbed. "I never should have led you on. You're so young and trusting . . . "
"I'm a lot older than you think" interjected Belial.
"No, I know that you're an adult. It's just that, well, you know, I'm married, I'm older, and we're both so different." Cynthia wiped her eyes. "I hope you don't think I'm a bigot, but I've never been involved with anyone who was not like me, ya know?"
"Cynthia, you are not my first white woman. I admit, it's been ages since I've had one," began Belial, "but there's more to us than that. Cynn, honey I have to tell you something that I think you need to know. Whether you decide to remain friends with me or not, I want you to know this. You see, baby, I'm a . . ."
Whack!
"Oh my God!" Cynthia screamed.
A metal baseball bat struck Belial in the back of the head, knocking him from the bench. Cynthia looked up to find the bat in the hands of her husband James. "I knew it! I knew you were messing around on me! You've been laying in bed at night, drooling over this black nigger, haven't you! Answer me!" He grabbed her and shook her as people gathered around the scene. The spectators preferred to watch and gasp rather than get involved.
"Leave him alone!" Cynthia pushed James and swung at him. She nearly fell over Belial in her fury.
"It's okay, Cynn, I'm fine," Belial said as he stood up, holding his head. "I'm just a little weak because it's daylight. Don't worry about me, I'm okay." He turned to James. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood."
"What?" James raised the bat up again. "You must be one strong son of a [female-dog] to take that. Well you're gonna be a dead son of a bitch now!"
James moved in and swung at Belial. He dodged the attack and tripped James, sending him face first into a large bush. James pulled himself up and rushed the vampire like a berserker, moving the crowd back and forth with each wild swing. Belial merely dodged his blows and taunted him. Finally, two uniformed police officers showed up. James settled down when the cops arrived.
"Hold it! What's going on here?" asked one of the officers.
"This kid here was trying to bother my wife, and I, uh, had to take a swing at him to keep him off, officers," James lied.
"Is this true, ma'am?" asked the second cop.
Cynthia looked at James. He had that look in his eyes, the look that said if she did not cooperate she'd pay for it later. "It's true," she said sheepishly.
Both cops looked at each other in skepticism. Then they both turned to look for Belial. He vanished.
"Oh well," the first cop said, "looks like the perp is gone. Everything looks okay here." He turned to the crowd. "Alright people, break it up! Move on! Nothing to see here, let's go!"
Cynthia looked at James. He smiled evilly. He knew he had beaten her. In fact, he knew that she had never even as much as kissed her lover, that the affair had strictly been one of the heart. But he didn't care, because to him, she was his property to love or hate as he saw fit.
Midnight came later that night. Cynthia felt so violated. She'd slept with James to pacify him, giving herself as a peace offering so that he would not hurt her. She laid in the bed, bare and alone, longing again for her B, her love, her friend to come to her in a dream. Just one more time, please oh please, she longed, just one more time.
She heard the doorbell ring. Who could it be ringing the door at this time of night? "James, get the door" she called out. All she got in response was a snore. Yep, he got drunk after they were together earlier. He was passed out on the couch in front of the television.
Cynthia put on her robe and left the bedroom. She walked down the all and through the living room past the snoring mass of lard that was her husband. She put her hand on the door and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Cynthia. Let me in, I want to see you. Please. I. . . I. . . need you."
She recognized the voice. Impossible, she thought to herself. She quickly unlocked the door and there stood her dream lover. Only this time he was with her in the flesh.
"B. Oh God, what are you doing here?" she asked, worried.
"I'm here to see you. I want you Cynthia. Now. Please, I need you" he said longingly.
"No, I can't. James is here. He's asleep on the couch. He might wake up" she whispered loudly.
"Don't worry about him," B answered. "Just invite me in."
Cynthia was confused.
But, she was also horny.
"Okay, come in, but make it quick. I'll sneak you out the back. He probably won't wake up anyway, the fat pig."
Cynthia grabbed B's hand and led him in. She closed the door then ran down the hall. “Hurry up," she said as she rounded the corner.
Belial walked over to James. He nudged him until he began to wake up. Once James had lapsed out of sleep, he glared at Belial with hate and fury. "You!" he gasped. But before he could say anything any louder, Belial revealed his demon face to him. James froze in horror then began gagging and choking. He clenched his left breast with both hands as he hacked in horror.
After a few seconds, the pudgy man died right there on the couch. Belial literally scared him to death.
Belial laughed as he walked down the hall. He opened the bedroom door to see his woman, covered up under the sheets.
"Take the sheets off," he asked. "I want to see you."
"No," she sighed, "I'm too old. You won't want me if you see me."
Belial turned off the ceiling light. He pulled out a lighter and lit the candle on her nightstand. It was the candle that he had gotten her a year ago, when they first met. He'd hoped that someday they would make love to it. As he turned to her and undressed, he smiled because that someday had arrived.
He walked over to the bed and kissed her. She threw the covers off and arched her body up to his lips. He sucked and kissed her neck he laid on top of her. He silently bore his fangs and scraped her gently down her back until he reached her soft buttocks, taking care to bite her without feeding. Eventually, she rolled over on her back . . .
Soon, she moaned out in ecstasy. He growled in human and demonic pleasure. Belial had transformed into his vampire form at the moment of losing control, then quickly returned to his human self.
Cynthia was shocked, briefly. She laid her head on his chest and looked up at him.
So, her dreams weren't just silly fantasies at all, she thought to herself. She was having an affair with a man who was a vampire. The thought of being with something so supernatural made her even hornier than before.
"B, turn back into a vampire for me. I want to have you while you change."
Belial growled and moaned in human and inhuman tones as they made love again . . .
They held each other for a while in silence until Belial decided to speak.
"I came here to tell you, that my name is Belial and I'm a vampire, Cynn. But then I guess you figured that out anyway. And, you really don't care, do you?"
"No," she said quietly, "I've been living with an evil monster of a man all these years. I'm not afraid of you. You only do what you have to do to survive." She kissed him with sticky lips.
"Don't worry about him, he won't hurt you anymore. He had a heart attack when he saw me in the living room," Belial laughed. "He's gone."
"Good," she said angrily. "I'm glad he's dead." She looked up at him and asked, "Can you make me like you? Please, I want to be with you. Please?"
"Wait and see" Belial answered. "Wait and see. I want to see how we work out first. I wouldn't want to put you in something that you can't get out of, okay?"
Cynthia smiled and nuzzled against his chest. "You may be a demon", she said happily, "but you're still the most loving man I've ever known."
**
The End