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               {ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 14 of 50
                 [Yotna El'toub] (FF, MC)
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an 
adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If 
you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE 
IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own 
local laws.

Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The characters 
portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story. Any 
similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The 
characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to 
state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world.

Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors.
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Chapter Fourteen: The Milk of Human Kindness


As she wandered aimlessly along, Janet realised that the people around her 
were acting normally and ignoring her. Whatever the power was that she once 
wielded, it had gone. She mourned its loss and desperately wanted it back. 
Pausing, she raised the small but heavy velvet encased object and inspected 
it carefully. 'Maybe this?' She thought. Her fingers twitched addict-like at 
the silken binding. The moment passed and she thought better of it. She 
slipped the object back into her handbag.

Janet looked up and took in her surroundings. Her heart sank. She was lost. 
None of this looked familiar. She called out to a passing stranger.

"Excuse me, where am I?"

"Baldwin Street, love, in the Old City..."

Before she could glean anything else, he had melted away into the darkening 
evening. 'Baldwin Street? Was that near to the hotel?' She wondered and then 
panic really kicked in. Janet realised she had no idea of the name of the 
street the hotel was in. Her mind raced desperately as she tried to remember 
the hotel's name. 'West... something, Westbrooke?' tears welled up. Janet 
had never felt so alone, she was in a strange city and at nightfall, 
room-less. If she could only find her way back to the Academy, then maybe, 
just maybe, she could retrace her steps.

She wandered on a little further looking for locals to ask, but it was that 
time of day, rush hour had broken. Those people who didn't think she was 
canvassing or begging just ignored her and continued on their headlong dash 
home. Finally she spied a pub and decided to have a drink and ask the way 
back from there.

Janet made herself comfortable at the bar, and waited for the staff to 
finish serving others.

"Hi welcome to Fusion, I'm Lynne, what can I get you?"

"Vodka and lemonade please, and make it a large one," replied Janet.

"Rough day then? Still you are at Fusion now, time to kick back and relax," 
Lynne smiled.

Janet sighed, she did calm down, the pub was conducive to relaxation.

"Well, you don't sound too happy?" the question floated down the bar.

Looking up, Janet's eyes followed the words; finally meeting a steady pair 
of dark brown one's that sparkled with intelligence.

"I'm lost, and even if I can get back, I will still be lost," said Janet.

"Hmm, do you always speak in riddles? I don't understand what you are 
saying, but I do recognise pain when I see it."

"Umm, pain yes, but so much pleasure, more than I need," Janet replied.

"Oh, well maybe I could help you share some of that," the woman laughed, 
"I'm Bobbi, and I am a good listener."

Janet nodded and smiled; Bobbi moved along the bar and sat down beside her. 
Within minutes they were chatting like old friends, and Janet even laughed 
once or twice. Bobbi ordered another round of drinks and wrapped a 
protective arm around Janet's shoulders. A younger girl walked up to the 
bar.

"Oh hi, Bobbi. Have we found another stray? Watch out girl, you will be 
supping from the furry cup before you know it!"

"Furry cup?" queried Janet, looking at Bobbi.

"Take no notice; this is a gay bar, Janet. But this is not a come on, you 
are quite safe."

"It's not my safety I am concerned about," said Janet.

"More riddles, come on let's drink up, the night is young."


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Meanwhile, back at the Academy, Anna approached Mika cautiously. The Wampyr 
sat gazing into a brightly lit mirror. Lesley lay coiled at her feet, 
snoozing, and yet still gently caressing Mika's calf muscles. The other 
consort was deeply engaged in abusing her body; Rochelle sat cross legged on 
the floor, lurching to and fro as her fist pummelled in and out of her 
elastic duct. Mika spoke first.

"Fifteen long years, and still I can't get used to my appearance."

"But you are perfect, beautiful," said Anna.

"Quite, but let's just say that I am not all I once was..." a single tear 
ran down Mika's cheek, "you have news?"

"Yes, I have passed on the fragment, your will is done."

"Good, soon we can dispense with our disguise and concentrate on Erzsébet's 
task. Soon we shall have an army of sisters to hide among," Mika paused as 
her face brightened, "to train."

Anna's attention was stolen by a loud groan from Rochelle. The seated girl 
had forced her second fist deep into her anus. She rocked backwards and 
forwards, in a cruel parody of desire. Anna's eyes widened, her forehead 
crinkled.

"How can she do that, without splitting herself open?"

"Oh, Rochelle can do many tricks, I have modified her. The changes are more, 
subtle, shall we say than Lesley's," Mika grinned. "Why does it interest 
you?"

"It's just gross really."

"I could always make a few little improvements to you," Mika purred, "even 
with your petite frame, I could make you very, accommodating."

"No, I am just fine, thank you for your interest in me, Mika. I am 
flattered."

Anna turned on her heel, and dashed from the dressing room.
Mika's cruel laughter and Rochelle's mounting cries followed her, taunting 
her and whispering wickedly of terrifying pleasures to come.



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Janet made herself comfortable in the small flat.

"This really is very nice of you, Bobbi," Janet called out towards the 
kitchenette.

"Sorry, I missed that..." Bobbi said, before popping her head around the 
edge of the door frame.

"I was thanking you for putting me up overnight; you really are a star."

"Think nothing of it; I am just sorry the place isn't cleaner. I don't often 
have guests."

Janet smiled as she snuggled down into the soft settee. Her hand delved into 
her handbag and pulled out the small weighty package. Janet spun it lightly 
between her fingers, examining every tactile detail. She frowned slightly as 
she tried to decipher the odd shape.

"What's that?" asked Bobbi, as she passed Janet a large vodka and lemonade.

"Hmmm? Oh sorry I don't know, and it's probably better that I don't," sighed 
Janet as she went to drop the object back in her handbag.

Bobbi caught her wrist softly.

"Oh no, not more riddles! let me see," demanded Bobbi.

Janet released the package into Bobbi's other hand; immediately she 
regretted it.

"No! Give it back. Bobbi, it is too dangerous!" Janet pleaded.

Heedless to Janet's cry, Bobbi proceeded to unwrap the object from its soft 
bindings. In seconds, a fragment of an ancient artefact emerged. She walked 
towards the centre of the room to inspect it under the light.

"Well, no mystery here, Janet. I mean it looks old, but it's just a fragment 
of a mirror frame. Ouch! Shit, it's still sharp though."

Bobbi dropped the fragment and thrust her bloodied finger into her mouth, 
sucking it vigorously. In a second, Janet was at her side; gently she 
plucked at Bobbi's hand and extracted the injured digit. She inspected it 
closely, frowning at the jagged cut.

"We need to clean that up, come on," ordered Janet.

Commandingly, Janet ushered Bobbi into the kitchenette and over to the 
cluttered sink. She turned the tap on to give a steady cold stream of water 
and plunged Bobbi's finger into the icy flow.

"Just hold it there, now where are your plasters?"

Bobbi nodded towards the small cupboard on the far wall. Janet rummaged 
through the chaos inside it.

"Are you certain?" Janet asked.

"Yup, at the back, sorry I'm not the tidiest girl you will find," answered 
Bobbi.

So absorbed was each woman in their task that neither of them noticed the 
dull red glow emanating from the living room. At the centre of the glow sat 
the fragment of mirror. On its dull surface Bobbi's blood sizzled as it 
boiled away. As the last wisp of blood evaporated from the surface, it 
suddenly cleared regaining its fine reflective sheen. The mirror quaked 
violently and emitted a flash of red light before fading to its original 
state.

"What the hell was that?" Asked Janet.

"It'll just be a passing police car, it's getting towards that time of night 
again; St. Paul's has a bit of a reputation for trouble."

Janet returned with a cleanish piece of cotton wool and a curled 
Elastoplast. Carefully she dabbed the dampness and blood away from Bobbi's 
finger, before wrapping the plaster securely around the wound. Inspecting 
her handiwork she finally smiled.

"All done!"

"Thanks," said Bobbi, sighing with relief.

Bobbi lent forwards and placed a soft kiss on Janet's lips. Janet backed 
away as if stung, a look of bemusement on her face.

"I, I didn't mean anything," apologised Bobbi.

"It's not you, it's me. Look I might turn in, if it's all the same to you."

"Sure, I understand, will you be OK on the settee? I'll get you a blanket."

"Thanks Bobbi, you are a sweetheart," said Janet.

Minutes later, Bobbi turned out the living room light and stood silhouetted 
in the doorframe of her bedroom.

"Night Janet, sleep tight..."

"Mmm, night," Janet mumbled from below the thick blanket.

Bobbi sighed quietly and disrobed sullenly as she made her way towards her 
bed, alone once again. Naked and frustrated she sprawled out, thoughtlessly 
her fingers probed between her open legs. Lazily they played with the wet 
skin. Her eyes wide open, she stared at the discoloured ceiling, and fat 
tears rolled down her hollow cheeks.

"Fuck it!" She mouthed silently.

Her fingers stopped their exploration, and Bobbi rolled onto her side, she 
hugged the pillow with all her might.

Under the blanket, Janet drifted on the very edge of sleep, and then 
something snapped her back into full awareness. She sniffed the air, and 
popped her head out from under her blanket to sense the aroma better. 
Whatever it was, it was mind numbingly sexy. Janet slid off the settee, and 
walked like a sleepwalker towards the closed door of Bobbi's bedroom. Behind 
her on the carpet, the small piece of mirror glowed softly. Janet paused 
momentarily at the door before opening it and slipping inside. The door 
closed softly behind her.



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A large orange sun peeked above the skyline, soaking the hills surrounding 
Bristol with a soft morning light. The early morning mist boiled off slowly, 
and the rays started their work, warming the high-rises and churches, the 
shopping centres and University residences, the cars and early morning 
commuters. Pete whistled to himself as he cycled across the churchyard, he 
felt full of life this morning; something was going to happen today, he was 
sure of it.

Pete cycled a few yards further when it hit him, or rather, he hit it. One 
minute he was riding along in normality, and the next he was lost in a sea 
of desire. His orgasm burst from nowhere, he reeled from the shock of it, 
and crashed from his speeding bike to the ground. Pete struggled up, pushed 
his helmet back up from his forehead, and groggily gazed around. All he 
could see was mayhem; a mother knelt behind her forgotten pushchair and 
thrashed at her convulsing body with desperate hands. In front of her, a 
toddler squirmed frantically fighting against the pushchair straps, her 
young eyes full of wonder. A strong convulsion pulsed through Pete, and then 
it was gone, all was normal again.

The young mother stood up and ran unevenly towards her little one. She 
pulled her daughters hands from her plundered lap, and then paused, 
straightening her hair. Her eyes caught Pete's for a second, recognised the 
emotion, and shot away fearfully. Pete stood unsteadily and gazed down at 
his bike. The front wheel formed an elegant curve against the headstone it 
had collided with. Pete cursed in a short burst of obscene language.

"What the fuck happened then?" Pete asked.

"I don't know, and I don't want to think about it. Leave us alone," the 
woman chattered.

Pete shook his head slowly and cursed his luck, his enthusiasm for the day 
broken.

Janet gazed down on the drama unfolding in the churchyard before sweeping 
the curtains fully closed once more. She smiled an odd little smile and 
returned her attention to Bobbi.

"How are you this morning, love? Recovered?"

Bobbi grinned.

"Nearly, shit, I have never had a night like that before," she answered.

"Don't worry; there will be plenty more to come, starting this evening at 
the gig!"

Bobbi walked towards Janet, but then she paused and bent low to retrieve the 
dull fragment of mirror. She shuddered as an involuntary climax shivered 
through her.

"I expect you will be needing this, let me wrap it for you."

"Anything to let you keep your greedy hands on it a little longer then?" 
Janet laughed, "Well let me give you something better. Let me introduce you 
to the wonder of the mirror, and the seductiveness of its grace, its gift."

With her hands extended before her, Janet walked towards Bobbi until she 
almost touched her swollen breasts. Janet tensioned as she felt the 
luxurious sensation of her palms opening. Bobbi gasped, her mouth hung open 
in a heady mix of fear and lust. She watched silently, fascinated as the 
miniature mouths in the centres of Janet's hands drooled in anticipation.

Suddenly it was done; the sharp serrated teeth located Bobbi's proud 
nipples, and injected their aphrodisiacal anaesthetic. Bobbi's thighs ran 
with flowing lubrication as her overwhelmed vulva pumped desperately. 
Janet's eyes glowed a dull red; which rapidly progressed to crimson as 
Bobbi's rich blood flowed into her circulation. Her first conversion drove 
her from climax to climax, in a flurry of perverted desire she would never 
forget. Janet willing joined the ranks of the vampyre coven.

The moment seemed to last forever, but eventually Janet felt Bobbi slump and 
slide to the floor. Her burning red eyes surveyed her first conquest; 
smoothly she tipped back her head, pursed her lips and howled for joy.

Her head fell forward, slumping onto her bare shoulders, and unthought-of 
words passed her wet lips.

"Yet I do fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness."

Janet's head rose, and her feral eyes twinkled with evil desire. She laughed 
a long harsh laugh of inhuman intensity.



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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub April 2005
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