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Subject: {ASSM} Seer Episode 1, I See Dying People 2/6 {Kyros} (mf ff fant mag coll nc caution mc les het solo)
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	I See Dying People
	By Kyros

	Seer Episode 1

	Codes for the whole episode (as used on storiesonline.net):
	mf ff gi Mult fant slow mag teen coll non-con caution mc les bi het
	group solo

	Mail:       kyros@hoakz.com

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	            http://storiesonline.net/library/author.php?id=2134

	Disclaimer: http://hoakz.hopto.org:8080/kyros/wiki/Disclaimer

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Part 2

When Melissa heard her room was located in the "Annex" she had expected
to find one building, maybe even a small house, and in the cab she had
actually considered asking for a relocation the very next day -- not
that she would die unless she was around people, but a small cottage
with tile roof just wasn't her thing either, especially not if she was
to share it with a bunch of crazy scientists.

Once they reached the Annex Melissa was even more disappointed.  It
wasn't a small house, or even a cottage it was a forest, surrounded by a
brick wall with a wrought iron gate in it.  Through the gate she could
see a gravel path and beyond it and in the surrounding growth she saw,
or rather had an inkling of, small buildings thrown out in a haphazard
way in a huge botanic garden, or forest, or even jungle.

''You insisted on going here,'' she thought and started to examine the
gate.  It seemed locked and when she tried to open it, it was locked.
Something the nice young man by the counter had graciously forgotten to
tell her.  Was she supposed to have a key?

"Asshole!" she cursed under her breath.

"You can use your pin code," the chauffeur nodded at a small number pad
in one of the stone pillars the gate was mounted on.

"What?"

Melissa handed over the umbrella to the chauffeur and stepped up to the
pad.  The rain was still pouring down and in almost no time she felt her
hair going sopping wet and trickles of water started to find their way
down her forehead and chin, finally ending up inside her collar.  She
shivered.

''Good thing I don't wear much make-up,'' she thought while reading the
instructions on the pad.  They were simple enough; One, enter the
pin-code, two press the "Open" button, three, open the door.

"Great!" Melissa sighed, "I'm supposed to have a pin-code."

She pulled out the paper she had gotten in the Main Office and read in
the light from the street lamps.  No pin-code.

"Fucking great!"

"You have your room number," the chauffeur said and nodded at the pad.

Melissa verified that he was right with a glance down at her paper
before she leaned closer to the pad and read the rest of the text.  She
could call her room number as well.

"Good thinking," she said and gave him a coy smile.

"I was studying here before my girlfriend got pregnant," he shrugged and
took a step back making his dismissal of her even more evident.

Melissa pretended not to notice and punched in her room number instead.

"I hope she's in," Melissa said while she waited for her roommate to
pick up.

There was a crackle from the speaker in the number pad followed by a
female voice: "Yeah?"

"This is Melissa Newick."

"Ah, you're my roommate, let me open for you.  Do you know the way?"

Melissa peered through the gate once more.  "I don't think so," she
replied hesitantly.

"No worry, I'll come down and get you."

"Thanks."

Her roommate was already gone.

The gate buzzed and clicked open, and while Melissa held it open the cab
driver carried her bags through the gate.  Once through Melissa offered
to let him go but he said it was okay to wait.  Melissa wondered for a
moment what that was about, but she reminded herself, again, about now
having a roommate.

She considered continue carrying the bags at least to the end of the
gravel path but she realized she had more bags than she and the driver
could carry among themselves and the car was on the other side of the
locked gate so if they wanted to continue down the path they would have
to leave some of Melissa's bags behind, and since the rain poured down
Melissa wanted to stay around to keep her bags dry.  The umbrella she
had been given by the driver was large enough to shield most of them
with her standing in the middle of the pile.

If this night were an indication of Moon River weather Melissa realized
she would have to get an umbrella, or even a raincoat.  Maybe something
like what the chauffeur was wearing?  A knee length black raincoat with
a high collar that would keep most of her dry, but she would have to get
some kind of hat or her hair would get wet as well.  Maybe an umbrella
would be better.

At that moment she noticed that the chauffeur was looking past her and
smiling.  Melissa turned to see what he was looking at and noticed a
woman was approaching them.  She was holding a red and yellow umbrella
in one hand; the other hand was stretched out to catch the continuous
stream of raindrops.

The umbrella kept her face in shadows but Melissa could still see she
had long, light copper red hair that reached her to mid-chest.  She was
wearing a jacket and below it Melissa could see a knee length skirt.

If it hadn't been for her sandals Melissa would have suspected her
roommate hadn't changed clothes since her high-school days -- in some
catholic girl school.  Her sandals and especially the fact that they
were made in pastel colors, took all those ideas out of Melissa's head.

While she was walking the woman spun the umbrella around making the
pattern on it turn into a yellow-reddish blur, and just as she was
reaching Melissa and the driver she tilted the umbrella back -- she was
a redhead all right, she had copper red, almost orange, hair.  Her pale
skin made the color stand out even more.  She opened her lips and poked
her tongue out letting raindrops fall into her mouth.

"Hey Alex," the driver said as she looked down again.  "How are you?"

"Why, thank you Dimi," she gave him an open smile while a blush crept up
on her cheeks.  "Just fine thanks, and you?"

"Shouldn't complain," he grinned as he hugged her.

"How's Marcie?"

"She's fine too," he gave Melissa's bags a glance.  "We need help with
these."

Alexandra noticed them too and nodded agreement before she turned to
Melissa.  "So you are Melissa?" she said and reached her hand out to
her.

Melissa took her hand.  "I am."

"Welcome to Moon River.  I'm Alexandra Harris, but call me Alex."

"Yeah," Melissa laughed.  "The... guy at the main office tried to scare
me with Alex."

"Scare you?  How?"

"He said 'You're sleeping with Alex,' now since you're Alex as in
Alexandra I guess I'm okay sleeping with you."

"What?  Sleeping?"  Alexandra's eyes grew wide and her cheeks turned
red.  "You know there are two beds..."

Melissa could feel heat rising on her own cheeks.  ''Good thing it
doesn't easily show,'' she thought and smiled at Alexandra.  "Okay, let
me rephrase that, I mean camping, sharing room, whatever you call it,
and I promise I'll stay in my own bed."

Alexandra giggled nervously and gave Melissa's bags a gaze.  "You have a
lot of bags."

"I do," Melissa replied, and felt a mean streak coming on, "maybe you
wanna get another roomie?"

"No, my parents live here in Moon River, or just outside, so I didn't
bring my whole... um... life... with me."

Melissa grinned mischievously.  "Wait until the removal firm arrives
with the big truck."  She laughed when Alexandra's face turned from deep
red to ghostly pale in just a few heartbeats.  "I'm just being funny."

"Oh, I don't mind roommates that have a lot of stuff, but the big truck
after this... I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"I promise to keep out of your bed ''and'' your closet," Melissa
grinned.

"Okay," Alexandra said and grabbed a bag, effectively ending the
conversation.

Melissa, Alexandra and Dimi managed to carry all Melissa's bags among
them and within another five minutes they reached the dorm building, on
the map named "Lilac."

When Melissa first heard the name she guessed someone had had a severe
case of lacking imagination and named the buildings after colors, but
she said nothing to Alexandra or Dimi.  They reached the building, or at
least a sign pointing towards where it should be located.  They were in
one of the far corners of the Annex jungle and the sign was pointing at
a group of large oaks, surrounded by a large lilac bush.

''That explains the name,'' Melissa thought and looked around to try and
locate an opening in the mass of green.  All she saw was white and lilac
blooms.  Her suspicion was confirmed when Alexandra and Dimi started to
walk around the lilac's; the opening were on the other side.  They
followed a footpath around the large bush and soon they found an
opening.  The house seemed as small and unpretentious as the bushes and
trees surrounding it were large and impressive.  It was a gray building
and it was dark part from a few windows.

"You can get your codes and keys tomorrow," Alexandra said as she
unlocked the door.

"I'm very glad you were home today," Melissa said as she passed
Alexandra.  "I would have been stranded by the gate."

"Lots of people pass here all the time there's almost fifty rooms just
in this building, and this isn't the only dorm at the Annex."

They passed into a hallway with a double door ahead and a staircase
leading to the second floor to the right.  The double doors lead to a
corridor.

"How many people go to College here?" Melissa asked.

"We're on the bottom level," Alexandra directed.  "Room 15.  Moon River
is specialized in Aquatic Biology; actually the river itself is one of
our 'outdoor laboratories.'  Most of the other is located out on Lake
Pontchartrain and Lake St. Catherine.  There isn't that overly many
Colleges that..."

"Fifty people live here?" Melissa asked as they passed through the
double doors.  The corridor wasn't long.

Dimi laughed.  "What you think is the far wall," he nodded at the end of
the corridor, "is just another pair of double doors, behind them there
is a large living room and then there is another corridor even larger
than this one.  I made the same mistake myself the first time."

"Been here much?" Melissa asked Dimi.

"This is a coed dorm in a coed college," Alexandra came to his defense,
even though she frowned at him.  "Sometimes I think even the rooms are
coed."

"Jealous!" Dimi laughed.

"I am surely not!" Alexandra exclaimed and put her small nose in the air
before she turned and marched down the corridor.

Dimi chuckled.

"Another corridor, huh?" Melissa said.  "That's much better."

As they passed the double doors at the end of the corridor they entered
a large living room.  On their right hand was a kitchen with three
stoves and to the left a sofa, TV and some shelves with books.

"Nice," she mumbled and nodded.

"Not exactly what the corridor promises, huh?" Dimi replied.

"Hey!" came a call from the sofa.

Alexandra stopped and turned.

Melissa did the same.  She noticed there were three people in the sofa.
One of them, a guy, got up and climbed over the other two.  "Who you got
there, Alex?"

"Um," Alexandra said  "This is Melissa.  My new roommate."

"Hi," said a small girl with long chestnut-brown hair from over the
sofa.  She didn't divert her eyes from the TV-screen, though.

The guy that had approached took Melissa's hand, "Hello, I'm Donald,
call me Donny.  These two couch potatoes are Kaitlyn and Susan.  They
get catatonic whenever there's something on the tube.  I think it's
genetic.  They're twins."

Melissa gave the two girls another glance at that.  One of them had
short hair, the other long.  One wore a blouse and a skirt, the other
jeans and a t-shirt.  They didn't even look alike in the body, one thin
and frail the other, while not overly athletic, was still more muscled
than her sister.

"We're not at all catatonic," came Kaitlyn's mumbling voice.  To all but
her sister Susan it was obvious that she didn't know what she was
talking about though.

"I know Kaitlyn," Donnie continued.  "If she'd been conscious while such
a gorgeous lady," the last he said high enough for Kaitlyn to hear, "was
around she'd be off her butt making sure her territory wasn't in
danger."

"She's not even in my league," Kaitlyn said.  "I'm in the gorgeous twin
league.  You have a twin?"  The last was directed to Melissa.

"Not that I know of," Melissa said but Kaitlyn had already turned back
to the screen.

"TV and movies does that to them," Alexandra explained and pried
Melissa's hand out of Donnie's grip.

"I see," said Melissa, unsure if she should frown or laugh.  "If you
tell me they're reading media or something like that you'll have me
rolling on the floor."

"No, they're not."

"They should."

Alexandra gave them a last glance before she led Melissa and Dimi
through the other pair of doors.  "Maybe."

Melissa's bags were quickly in place and Dimi said his goodbyes.  When
Melissa sat down on what was to be her bed for at least this semester.
It was a hard bed and it immediately made her starting to plan getting
something off campus as soon as possible.

While Alexandra was off brushing her teeth Melissa couldn't help looking
her roommate's half of the room over.  Alexandra was having several
large posters on the wall above her bed, but in a contrary to what
Melissa would have thought most girls would hang on their walls
Alexandra had what seemed like posters for classical concerts.  On one
was an Asian guy in an evening dress holding a cello -- his name was
Yo-Yo Ma.  Melissa thought she recognized the name.  On another a
director called Zubin Metha apparently had performed his 60th birthday
concert in Los Angeles -- he seemed to be top hat since he had been able
to conduct two orchestras at the same time -- Israel and Los Angeles
Philharmonic Orchestra.

About when Melissa was almost kneeling on top of Alexandra's bed,
Alexandra returned.  She stopped inside the door with a confounded
expression.

"Want to change beds?" she asked uneasily.

"No," Melissa jumped off her bed, a bit embarrassed.  "I was just
checking out your posters, they are quite original."

"Not for me," Alexandra said.  "I got the whole classical scene with my
mother's milk.  Mum's a cellist, and dad is a composer, pianist,
violinist... he does it all I guess."

"So, you play an instrument too?  I've always wanted to learn to play an
instrument."

"Well, yeah I kinda do... I revolted..."

"Revolted?  What did you do?  Learned to play electric guitar?"

"No, saxophone."

"So, you learned a musical instrument as a kind of revolt?  Why not just
stay out late and date boys?"

"I guess I could have," Alexandra blushed while hanging her towel over
the back of her chair.

"No, I think saxophone is a... well kinda sexy instrument."

Alexandra looked up.  "Sexy?"

"I mean, the sound is..."

Alexandra's eyes shimmered.  "I love the coarse sound, how it makes
everything... like vibrate and... it is kind of... sexy... I guess..."
She blushed furiously at her last confession.

Melissa laughed.  "Yeah, I get why you played the sax instead of chasing
boys."

Alexandra's mouth opened and her eyes grew wide.  "You do?"

"All those vibrations, huh?"

First Alexandra looked confused before she started to get what Melissa
was hinting at, and when she saw her broad meaning grin she frowned.
"It's nothing like that!  It happens to be that I love playing the
saxophone!"

"I'm sorry," Melissa said.  "I didn't mean to offend you."

Alexandra took a deep breath.  "I'm sorry too... I didn't mean to rail
at you."

"No worry, you didn't... rail..."

There was a silent moment where Alexandra sat on her bed patting her
thighs.  Melissa got up.

"I'm getting a shower," she said and combed her fingers through her
hair.  "Freshen up after the trip."

"Where are you from?"

"New York."

"I've never been to New York," Alexandra said and pulled the cover off
her bed.


"I live there and I'm going to school out here."

"It's not really school.  They won't give you homework and they won't
look over your shoulder every second, we're quite free here."

"I can do with some freedom," Melissa sighed.  "I've had more
supervision than I can stand in a lifetime."

"High school can seem like that..."

"No," Melissa laughed.  "I... just got tired with the whole living at
home scene."

"I know what you mean," Alexandra nodded as she pulled down her panties.

Before the white cotton of her nightie fell back down, Melissa was able
to determine that she was indeed a natural redhead.  Melissa swallowed.
She could feel it coming a fraction of a second before it happened.  It
was like an itch in the back of her skull then her vision started
blacking out and the last thing she saw was Alexandra's shocked
expression.

-----

Dawn was wet, cold and pissed.  She could blame the "wet and cold" on
the weather.  Pissed, she blamed on Keshet.  Where the hell was the
bitch?  She had been waiting outside her place for almost ten minutes
now and nothing had happened.  She knew Keshet's modus operandi; she
liked to bring them home with her, fuck them silly and then drop them
back out on the streets to find their way back home, if they were still
alive.  Dawn had stumbled over her victims several times before she was
able to locate her.

Now when she had enough information to make a move, Keshet had changed
the way she acted.  It had already started this morning with the arrival
of another one, Dawn recognized her as Gail.

At the arrival of Gail Dawn had first thought that she would have to
cancel her whole plan, but then in the last minute the two had gone
separate ways and she had been able to follow Gail to a hotel where she
was pretty sure the curvy blond would bring her victims.

What at first appeared as a disadvantage now turned into a possibility;
she could kill Keshet tonight, and maybe Gail tomorrow.  However, Gail
was an old acquaintance and Dawn wanted her death to be a slow and
painful one.

Dawn was pissed with Keshet's choice of apartment too.  She had one that
was facing a forest.  Dawn had cursed her as she climbed the tree
outside her window to peek into it.

The forest part probably went with Moon River in general, but the
apartment part didn't.  Apartments faced other apartments, or even
houses, or office buildings, not forests.  Not even in Moon River;
except the one Keshet was staying in.  Dawn choose to ignore the fact
that the other apartments in the house also faced the forest.

To Dawn's favor the forest in question was a beech wood and Dawn herself
was located two stories up in one of the beeches.  All that was missing
for the trap to be a complete success was for Keshet and her victim to
turn up.

She looked down at her wristwatch.  Time was running up.  With sudden
clarity she realized what the chill and rain had managed to pummel out
of her mind for several minutes now.  Keshet wasn't bringing her victim
back to her apartment.

Dawn had missed her.

She cursed.  She should have understood that Gail would cause Keshet to
change her plans.  Were they both at Gail's hotel room?  Or were they at
some third place?  Dawn realized the hotel room might have been a decoy
designed to lull her into security, making her falsely assume Keshet
would stay in place at least one more night.  If so, Dawn had been
discovered.  Even worse.  When she found them ''she'' might be the one
walking into a trap.

''Time to retreat and regroup,'' she thought and slid down to the
ground.  She had been able to keep herself alive as long as she had by
never rushing into situations without prior knowledge, and even thought
she knew peoples lives were in danger, she couldn't start acting
carelessly now.

"Fuck!"

-----

Greg and Shaun's room wasn't large.  They were placed in a wing to Moon
River College Tech., one of the oldest and smallest dorms.  In Keshet's
taste the room was too cramped and too full of things.  She liked clean
spaces but she knew if she was going to hunt college boys she needed to
accept their living.

Her mind was more on her hunger and less on the surrounding, mainly due
to the fact that she had a young and hot college student in her arms.
The boy smiled down at her after they broke the kiss.

"I can put the sign on the door for Shaun," Greg mumbled and moved
towards the door.  He never even managed to take one step before Keshet
grabbed him and threw him onto his bed.

"No signs, no delays," she mumbled and with a few swift pulls her dress
fell to the floor.  Greg almost choked when he saw she was naked
underneath.  She was so much hotter than even his most hopeful fantasies
of her naked.  She was supernaturally beautiful and he toyed with the
thought that he had died, come to heaven and met one of its angels.

"God," he mumbled.

Keshet smiled and switched off the overhead lamp.  The only remaining
light in the room was the small bedside lamp.  She walked over to the
bed where Greg was laying, looked down at him, and climbed on top of
him.  Together they had Greg naked in record time and Keshet straddled
him.  He tried to push his hips up at her, oblivious to anything else
than to penetrate this gorgeous creature but she held him down and
stroked her smooth skin over his.

He fell back on the bed with a moan, one of his hands burying in her
hair while the other slid up and down along her side.

"I need you," he grunted and pulled her up to him by her hair.  "I need
you now.  I need..."

She reached between them.  "As you command," she mumbled and placed his
throbbing organ at her slick opening.

When she took him into her she felt tears gathering in the corners of
her eyes.  She looked down at him and squeezed him deep inside her.  He
groaned and twitched.  The power she had over him was almost as
wonderful as the feeling of being filled, of being fed, of being on the
verge of eternal fulfillment.

Greg clenched his teeth and groaned as he grabbed the bed sheets and
crumpled them in his balled fists.  She started to move.  He hissed and
his whole body rose in an arch.

"Baby, don't hold back," Keshet cooed.

"Uhhh," was all Greg managed.

"Let it all come."

"I... I want..."

"Just let go," she mumbled and licked his ear while she gave him another
squeeze with her pussy muscles.

Greg stared up at her with glazed over eyes.  He couldn't contain the
cries that wanted to escape through his mouth anymore and he didn't even
bother to try.  She was an angel and she had come to take him to heaven.
  She had already taken him to heaven, and while every angel in the skies
sung, her velvet caress pulled him into oblivion.

As Keshet felt herself being filled by Greg's first spurts of semen she
threw her head back.  With a coarse hiss she arched her back and ground
down on him.  Had Greg been able to see her face he had seen tears
running down her cheeks and her eyes shimmering with an evil, red light.

Keshet was not human.

"Shit," she heard from behind her.  She gazed over her shoulder, at the
source of the sound.  ''This must be Shaun,'' she thought.

"What the hell?" Shaun said as he met her shimmering eyes.  He fumbled
with the door handle behind him.

"Come here little boy," Keshet mumbled.  "Are you afraid of me?"

"No," Shaun mumbled and looked at her once more, this time unable to
move his eyes away from her beautiful body.

Keshet got up from Greg and started to slowly move towards Shaun.  He
noticed she had a trickle of sperm running down one of her thighs.

"Are you going to hurt me?" he mumbled.

"Would you want me less if I would?"

Shaun only hesitated for a second before he shook his head, "no."

"Good," Keshet smiled.  "However, I'm not going to do anything to you."

She almost laughed as his face took on the expression of a child
deprived of his candy.

"I will get you another angel," she continued and his eyes shone with
renewed hope.  "Go sit on your bed and wait."

Keshet fetched her mobile from her purse and within a minute she had
finished her call.

"While you wait, I want you to watch and learn."

With that she climbed back onto Greg's bed.  He moaned and looked up at
her with glazed over eyes.

"That's right honey," Keshet mumbled and slid down along his body until
her face was in level with his crotch.  "Mommy's back for more."

Greg rolled his head to his side, trying to lock eyes with Shaun.  His
lips moved several times, but any words he might have wanted to say were
replaced with a low grunt as Keshet took his still hard cock deep into
her mouth.

Shaun watched in mesmerized fascination and nothing part from the end of
the world could have forced him away from this beautiful sight.  She was
gorgeous and she had promised him someone as beautiful.  She was an
angel!

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