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From: tonyjcfs35@hotmail.com (TonyJ)
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Subject: {ASSM} Haunted - TonyJ (MF Vamp)*
Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2003 22:10:03 -0500
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Haunted

By: TonyJ

MF, Boss, Cheat, Vampire


Time crept by that Friday.  He knew he had to attend the party later that
evening with his wife.  It was his worst nightmare coming true.  He tried to
tell her and anyone else that would listen that he was NOT a social person.  The
phone on his desk rang, bringing him out of his deepening gloom.

"Hello.  Jack speaking."

A voice quite unlike any he had heard before, dripping with menace and dread,
stated "Your world will be destroyed tonight.  You will die."

"Who is this?  What game are you trying to play?" he attempted to ask, but the
line was already switching back to dial tone.  Looking down at the caller id
display on the office phone, he saw 'ID BLOCKED' flashing at him.

Thinking that his friends were playing a joke, he shrugged it off and continued
his day.

Later that evening, he prepared for the party, dressing in his rented 70's pimp
costume.  When he had arrived home from work, there had been a message on the
voice mail from his wife.  She had told him that she would have to meet him at
the party, because she hadn't picked up her costume from the rental shop. 
'Great' he thought 'not only do I have to go, I have to go alone.  I should just
stay home.'

2 hours later, he got into the car and drove across town to his wife's boss's
house.  Walking to the door, he recalled the call from that morning.  He jerked
around looking into the shadows.  There was nothing, yet he remained agitated.

Before he could knock on the door, it jumped open and a man in a Dracula costume
jumped out and welcomed him to the party.  He felt foolish with his fears and
tried to put on the happy face for the party.

Walking in was an experience.  People in varied states of undress greeted his
eyes.  His wife hadn't told him anything about the party, and he turned back to
the doorman and asked, "What is going on here?  My wife didn't tell me what kind
of party this was."

"Oh.  Well.  First of all, who is your wife?" the man asked, slightly confused.

"I am sorry, I am Jack Saunders.  My wife is Sara."

"Sara? Oh... Jack. I am sorry, I didn't recognize you.  I am to take you to the
sitting room." the man said hurried, and taking Jack's elbow led him around the
main body of guests to the sitting room.

Confused and upset, Jack was deposited in the room and left alone.  'Not even
offered a drink' he thought 'What is going on?  Half naked people, a doorman
that shoves me in here, and still no wife.'

Looking around the room, he saw a curtain that looked to be on the wrong wall. 
He thought that was where the wall was.  He got up and walked over towards it,
just to take a peek.

Sliding a finger between the curtains, he peered around its corner.  It was a
two-way mirror.  He could see the main party.  'Wow, I can see everything.'  He
noticed that the festivities were well underway.  People were walking around in
their costumes, chatting with others and having a merry old time.  Yet, there
was still no sign of his wife.

"Ahem" came a voice behind him.  Jack turned around quickly, embarrassed at
being caught watching the others.  He looked to see his wife's boss, Steve
Avery.  Jack had met Steve on 2 other occasions; both were dinners for her
company.

"Good to see you Jack." Steve started "I am sorry your wife isn't here just yet. 
I had you brought in here for a special show.  I hope you will enjoy it.  In 5
minutes watch through those curtains again.  You won't be disappointed."

"Uh..  sure Steve.  What is going on tonight?  My wife just said a costume
party.  I wasn't aware of the "theme"." Jack tried to explain, lamely.

Steve laughed "Don't worry Jack.  You are dressed perfectly fine.  The others
chose to get a little wild tonight.  I need to see to some of the arrangements. 
If you would like a drink or a snack, I can have some brought in to you."

"Thank you Steve, would it be possible to get a beer?"

"No problem.  The man who brought you in here, will bring it in.  Shouldn't be
more than a minute.  When the show starts, just slide those curtains open and
sit back and relax." Steve told him, and excused himself out of the room.

Starting to relax, Jack sat on the love seat in front of the curtain.  Within a
minute, the doorman came in and gave Jack a Samuel Adams, then vanished out the
door again.  When the appointed time came, Jack got up and slipped open the
curtains.  In the short time since he had last looked, there was a great change
in the room.  The furniture had been placed back along the walls, and a large
bed now dominated the center of the room.  Thinking that this was another joke,
he chuckled and sat back down.

Sipping his beer, he watched the scene unfold before him.  People were
surrounding the bed, seated and standing.  Two large men carried a person in,
wrapped head to toe in a white sheet.  At the foot of the bed, the figure was
placed gently on their knees and remained there with their head bowed down.  The
two men took up guard positions on either side of the person, with their arms
crossed.

The sounds from the main room were suddenly heard in the room Jack was sitting
in.  Looking up he saw small speakers, hanging just above the curtains. He
started to notice that the main room's inhabitants were looking on the situation
with a gleam.  There was a hunger in the looks from behind the masks, which was
not reassuring to Jack.

Next to the love seat, the phone started to ring.  Out of reflex, Jack picked it
up.

"Hello?"

"I told you that your world would be destroyed tonight.  Watch as it unfolds."
*click*

"God damn it!" Jack swore, instantly afraid.  He wanted out of there, NOW!

Running to the door, he found it locked.  Pounding on it, he couldn't hear the
hits.   It was an eerie silence.  Walking to the window, he found it was plate
glass that had no opening.  Scanning the room, he saw no exit or vent in which
to escape from this trap.  Reluctantly, his eyes were drawn back to the scene
unfolding in the main room.

Steve walked into the main room.  The murmurs and background noises ceased
quickly.  He looked straight at Jack, smiled, and turned back to the others
gathered with him.

"My friends.  It has been a wonderful year for our company.  Here we are 2
months from the end of the year, and we are already 75 percent ahead of
projected sales.  On top of that, our family has been growing steadily." Steve
started.

'Family?  What is he talking about' was the thought that flashed in Jack's mind,
while the sinking feeling grew in his stomach.

"We have a new person that wishes to join us.  We all know her, and have
partaken of her charms sometime in the last 5 years." 

'Five years?  That's how long Sara... Oh No!' Jack felt the bottom drop from his
world; Like an elevator, dropping, with it's cables cut. 

"Some of you have asked me before when this woman would be entering our family. 
Well, ask no more.  Tonight, Sara Saunders will become one of the Avery clan."
The man looked at Jack, taunting him in his inability to do anything.

"NOOOOOOO!" screamed Jack.  Trying anything to escape his prison, he picked up a
chair and threw it towards the "window" overlooking the nightmare unfolding in
front of his eyes.  The chair bounced off the "window" and fell to the floor. 
"What the Fuck!?!?" Jack shouted furiously.  He ran to the wall and examined the
glass further.  It looked thicker than he realized.  He estimated that it had to
be at least 2" thick.  He was stuck.

Smirking at the window, Steve continued, "Sara?  Do you freely offer yourself to
become one of us?  To partake in the good and the bad?  To become one with all
of us?  Giving yourself to no other?  To do ask commanded and to ask no
questions?  Is this your wish?"

The figure on the floor lifted its head and a feminine voice replied "Yes.  I
do."

Steve gestured to the men "guarding" her.  They stood her up, and began to
unwrap her.  Sara Saunders, now Avery, came into view.  There was clapping and
general cheering at the woman's unveiling.  She was sat back onto the bed, naked
and exposed.

Steve stepped in front of her, looking into her eyes, and asked "Sara? Are you
ready?"

Nodding, Sara laid back on the bed.  Steve stood, briefly, to rid himself of the
robe he was wearing.  Naked, he slid between her legs and offered her a kiss. 
The kiss was short, and almost seemed obligatory.  Steve then lined his cock up
to her cunt and forced the tip in.  Sara, already excited and dripping, accepted
his driving thrusts with ease.  

It was amazing to her how much her boss turned her on.  She knew that her (now
ex) husband was behind the mirror, she had helped set this up.  She felt no
remorse in divorcing her ex-husband Jack this way.  She knew that Steve had
taunted him throughout the day, and was going to give him the divorce papers for
her after the initiation.  She was tired of being just a wife, in the office,
she was The Slut.  She was given more attention than any other member of the
office, male and female.

As Steve plowed her cunt, she began to feel her orgasm build.  She knew she was
on a hair trigger and was ready to explode.  She felt Steve kiss her neck and
she saw stars.  That was the last thing she ever knew.

Steve was plowing her, knowing she was excited.  When she was almost ready to
cum, Steve leaned down and bit her neck.  Sucking the blood from her veins
during an orgasm was the sweetest taste of life he had ever found.  He sucked a
little of her blood and stepped back.  The others in the room, sensing it was
their turn, stripped off what little clothes they were wearing and jumped on the
naked, helpless woman. 

Steve stepped back laughing.  He knew with the preparations he had made earlier,
she would be reborn a vampire within the hour.

He made a hand gesture and those that were feeding backed off.  He motioned
again to the men that had brought Sara in, and they wrapped her back up in the
sheet, taking her out of the room.  Looking at the mirror, Steve pulled out his
cell phone. He hit two buttons and waited for the response.

Jack was crying.  His wife was dead, and her boss had done it.  He was trapped
and he *knew* he was next.  The phone's ringing brought him out of his tears. 

"What?  Haven't you done enough?" Jack spat out bitterly

"I have only yet begun, my friend." Steve stated calmly.  The room around him,
listened intently with their preternatural senses.

"Am I next?"

"Why no, Jack.  You are not.  As a matter of fact, I am going to let you go.  I
just wanted you to know what had become of your wife."

"Why did you do this?  Please, kill me too.  I can't live knowing what I know. 
I won't.  At least you will get a good meal out of it!" Jack cried and fumed at
the phone.

"No, Jack.  You get to live.  You also get to visit her one last time before you
can leave." Steve told the broken man.

Jack was dead inside.  His world was destroyed just like the phone call this
morning had stated.  He was vaguely aware of men entering the room some time
later; they led him to a room.  Once inside, the door closed and he heard the
lock.  He looked on the bed and saw his wife.  She had been cleaned and dressed
in a beautiful gown.

Jack thought to himself 'She was a slut for her boss and he killed her.  I will
get him for this.' 

As Jack turned and went back to the door, a figure rose off of the bed and
glided towards him.  Hearing the rustling of fabric, Jack spun to see Sara
descend on him.


The end

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