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Subject: {ASSM} Runaway Dream Ch.4 by Rachael Ross (F/f, Vampire, Rom, Drugs, Prostitution, Violence, Horror)
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The Runaway Dream

Copyright 2000-2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for
adults.
Story Codes F/f, Vampire, Rom, Drugs, Prostitution,Violence, Horror

Note: You should read the first four parts, beginning with "Runaway
Dream Intro" before reading this third part of the story.


The Runaway Dream
by rache

Chapter 4 - Audrey

"And all the winds go sighing,
For the sweet things dying." - C. Rossetti


We actually drove through what there was of the town of Newrock, and
pulled onto a dirt road that was even worse than the one we'd been
traveling. After a mile or two there was a big silver double wide
trailer ahead of us, and Angela parked next to an old pickup truck.
There were no lights and if anyone was there, apparently they hadn't
been woken up by our arrival.

I got out of the car, following Angela as she walked to the mobile
home, which had a small wooden porch up a few short stairs from the
ground. She didn't knock or anything, just opened the screen door and
then the door behind that, pushing it into the dark interior.

"Monica?" Angela called out, not too loudly, and she turned to the
left and walked down a hallway.

"Who's that?" I heard a woman's voice and a light came on in what must
have been a bedroom at the far end of the trailer. "Who's there?"

"It's me." I heard Angela say. I'd remained near the front door,
looking around in the darkness and seeing what looked like a pretty
well lived in home. "Angela."

"Angela?" The woman sounded happy but confused and by then Angela had
reached the bedroom and gone in.

I wasn't sure what to do with myself, so I just sat down on an old
sofa, waiting patiently. The horizon was noticeable now through the
windows and I felt myself getting tired. I wanted to sleep and I
resisted the urge to lie down right where I was. I was sure Angela
wouldn't forget about me and I wondered about this Monica person and
how Angela new her. Judging by the trailer I didn't think she was like
us.

"Lisa." Angela called me and I shook my head as if to clear it. I'd
closed my eyes for just a second and it had been like falling into a
well. "This is Monica." Angela was helping me up and another woman was
standing there with her.

There were more lights turned on and I blinked at them before focusing
on the woman. She was older than Angela, in her forties I thought, and
handsome, but too old now to be pretty. She looked like a practical
woman, a farmer's wife or something, which made sense considering
where she was living I supposed. Tall with black hair, frayed and wild
from sleep, Monica was wearing an oversized t-shirt that fell to her
smooth thighs.

"Hi." The woman offered me a smile then turned her head slightly to
look at Angela. "She's just a child."

"No." Angela shook her head and smiled at me, perhaps thinking I might
have been a little pissed by what her friend had said. "She's not a
child, Monica. She's hungry and needs to sleep."

I hadn't said anything at all and I was still trying to decide if I
was going to like this Monica person or not, when they helped me into
her bed. It was a dark room, with the two windows it had painted
black, or so Monica told me, and covered with squares of plywood. Why
she'd do that I had no idea, she obviously wasn't one of us.

Angela had undressed me quickly and the bed felt good as I slipped
beneath the sheets, still warm from Monica's body and smelling
strongly of the woman. I was surprised when Monica joined me and I
blinked at her as she got close enough so our bodies were touching.

"Are you hungry?" Monica whispered, touching my arm with her
fingertips. "Do you want me?"

It was clear that she wanted me to want her and she knew who and what
I was, that was certain. She was afraid, a little; I could smell it
coming out of her skin, just as I could sense her growing excitement.
She wanted sex and she'd trade her blood for it, or better yet, I
thought, she wanted sex while I took her blood. What fear she had
wasn't from pain, I didn't think, but from the possibility that she
could die. That fear was what she liked most.

Angela undressed and joined us on the other side, so that I was in the
middle between them, lying on my side facing Monica. Angela pressed
her body against my back, spooning with me and kissing the nape of my
neck.

"I've had her many times." Angela told me, both of us staring into
Monica's eyes. The room was completely dark and I knew she couldn't
see us, not even from a few inches away. Monica's eyes were unfocused,
slightly confused as they strained to see something, anything, but she
was smiling and her hands were inviting me to take her as she desired.

"Here...on my breast." Monica whispered and Angela was pushing my head
down, so tat I could find the swell of the woman's tits. There small
scabs and old wounds barely healed and I ran my tongue over them,
thinking Angela must have been here recently.

I bit into the swell of her tit easily, and her flesh parted for my
teeth like soft butter. There was no artery there, no large veins, but
I could feel her blood seeping into my mouth and I sucked greedily,
hollowing my cheeks as I sought to draw more. Angela still held me,
her hips moving and I felt the soft hair upon the swell of her sex
rubbing against my hip. She was kissing Monica and from the sound, I
thought Angela had bitten into the woman's tongue and fed from her
that way. I could hear Monica seeming to gag, almost choking at times,
but her hand didn't stop caressing me, even as her body shook with
small orgasms.

I fell asleep nursing on the woman, my mouth wet with her blood. I
slept and dreamed violent things, terrible things. About my family
mostly, my mom in particular, a woman I wanted desperately to
remember, but it was getting harder every day. I couldn't remember my
dream when I woke up, but I knew she'd been in it and I was surprised
to find that my eyes were wet. The sun was still up. I couldn't see
it, the room was still dark as ever, but I could feel it. It wasn't
time to get up and Angela was asleep beside, not moving, not
breathing, but dead for all anyone could tell. Monica was gone,
leaving just the smell of her behind and I closed my eye, twisting my
face against the sheets to dry my cheeks. Vampires weren't supposed to
cry.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"There are people who help us, who worship us." Angela was telling me
and we were driving again, leaving Nevada behind us, headed west into
Northern California. Once we'd reached a town called Redding we'd turn
north towards Oregon and home. She had the headlights on, cause we
were on a real road now, but there wasn't much traffic.

"People like Monica." I said and Angela nodded. "How do you find
them?"

"You can recognize them, usually." Angela smiled. "Sometimes they come
looking for you."

"Other people are lookin' too, aren't they?" I asked.

"What makes you say that?" Angela looked at me sharply.

"It makes sense, doesn't it? If somebody loves us, somebody's gotta
hate us too." I shrugged. "Everybody knows that."

Angela sighed a little. "There are some. Jealous people, or vengeful
maybe, people who hate themselves, or love us too much." She looked at
me in the dark. "You'll recognize them too and you'll know what to
do."

"Yeah." I smiled, just a little one. "I know what to do."

"Are there a lot of people like us? Vampires?" I asked her.

"Not a lot, no. But there's enough so we have to be careful. Some of
us are pretty...Territorial I guess." She shrugged.

"So there's no like vampire night clubs or anything." I giggled,
wishing there was.

"No," she laughed, "nothing like that. Mostly, if one of us meets
another, one of us dies." Angela said seriously.

"But not us." I said, turning in my sit and kicking off my boots.

"No, some of us have our mates." She looked at me, reaching out.
"We're like wolves, we mate for life."

"Oh." I smiled and pressed my feet against her hip, playing against
her with my sock covered toes. "So we're like married?"

Angela giggled at that, biting her bottom lip and I thought she looked
like she was just a girl suddenly; maybe sixteen like me, as if she'd
just been hiding that part of her from me all this time. I'd loved her
before that moment, but if I had to pick one second, just one instant
when I knew for certain that I was going to love her forever, it was
right then. She looked so...human.

"Like married, yeah." Angela nodded. "But better because we share the
same blood. We're joined closer than any man and his wife could ever
hope to be."

Like a mother and daughter? I wanted to ask, but I didn't, afraid
she'd take it the wrong way. I didn't think of her as my mom at all,
although I guess it's pretty obvious there was some of that going on,
but it wasn't our thing. I knew what she meant and I felt it inside,
our blood was the same. She'd had mine and given me hers and they'd
mixed, we weren't the same people we'd been before, spiritually I
mean, or emotionally maybe. Yeah, I thought, we were definitely
joined. And like wolves, mated for life.

I wanted her to stop then, we were coming up on someplace called
Susanville and I was hungry, but Angela told me we'd keep going. We
would be in Klamath long before sunrise, and we'd stay there for
awhile. It was safe, it was home. I wasn't just hungry though, I
wanted her. I wanted to make love to her again and I wondered if it
was just me, or if vampires were always horny. They sure seemed that
way in the movies, and now here I was rubbing my feet against Angela
and it was all I could do to keep myself from curling up against her,
kissing her, licking her soft sweet skin.

"What are you doing?" Angela grinned at me.

"Oh." I giggled and realized I was rubbing myself through my pants.
"Nothing." I said innocently, but I didn't stop.

"Okay." She nodded.

"How come I never dreamed about you?" I asked.

"What?"

"You said before that you found me because you dreamed about me." I
licked my lips. "But I never dreamed about you."

"What do you dream about?" Angela had reached down with her left hand
across her body and she played with my foot, massaging it.

"I don't know. I can't ever remember."

"Well, maybe you do dream about me then." Angela smiled, but I don't
think she really believed that. I let it go though.

We rode in silence for a little bit, me rubbing myself through my
jeans, and Angela playing with my foot, when we saw someone ahead,
standing by the road. We'd passed Susanville, which hadn't been too
impressive, and now we were in the middle of nowhere, really. We got
closer and the person turned, hearing the car maybe, or sensing the
headlights coming. An arm was raised, sticking out and I could see it
was a girl, or maybe a skinny boy with long hair.

"Give her a ride." I smiled, turning in my seat and rolling down my
window as Angela slowed the car down. We passed her by about thirty
feet maybe, the tires crunching on the gravel shoulder and I stuck my
head out, looking back.

"Want a lift?" I asked, and I could see her clearly now. Tall and
thin, wearing faded jeans and a suede jacket, brushed leather maybe,
with tassels on the sleeves. I could smell her on the wind, no perfume
or anything, just her. She had been wearing those clothes for awhile,
a couple days at least, and she'd been walking a long ways I thought.

"Yeah." She said, smiling and she was pretty when she smiled, but only
then. Otherwise her face was unremarkable, long and narrow, with
straight black hair falling around it.

The girl opened the passenger door behind me as we waited, getting
inside and thanking us for stopping.

"No problem." I smiled at her, trying to control myself as I turned
around, leaning on the back of my seat, my arms crossed over the back
of it. "I'm Lisa, this is Angela."

"I'm Audrey." She smiled back at me, sitting back and relaxing a
little. Probably glad we weren't a couple pervs, a couple guys out
looking for trouble.

"Where you headed?" Angela asked her.

"Up to Portland." She nodded. "Going to school up there."

"Cool." I said. "Kind of the middle of nowhere here though."

"Yeah." She gave a rueful laugh. "I went to Tahoe with some guy. Some
guy?  Right..." She laughed at herself. "...my boyfriend. I split."

"Didn't work out, huh?" I tried to look sympathetic but all I could
think of was how nice and steady her heart was beating. It had been
fast at first, but now I could hear it slow as she sat there, safe and
sound.

"Nah." Audrey shrugged. "Who needs him anyway? Guys are like Doritos,
they always make more."

Angela laughed at that and I smiled in agreement. They really were
like Doritos, far more than she could know.

"Hey, I'm gonna jump in the back." I told Angela and she just
shrugged. "Can I sit back there with you? We've been driving all day."
I grinned at her. "I'm bored out of my skull."

"Yeah, sure." Audrey said, and if it seemed weird, me crawling over
the seat to sit next to her, she didn't say anything.

"You want a cigarette?" I asked her, flopping down next to her.

"No, I don't smoke." She replied. "But if you want to..."

"Nah, I quit." I told her, crumpling what was left of my pack, and
tossing it in the front seat. "You're really pretty." I put my hand on
her right leg, sort of dragging my finger up her thigh lightly, making
little circles with it as I went. "I bet your boyfriend's sorry now."

"Uh..." She stared at my hand in the dim light and I could feel her
getting tense. "I don't know."

"I like your jacket, where'd you get it? Like an indian thing, right?"
I moved my hand to her coat, touching her arm, down to her wrist,
playing with the tassels. "I like indian stuff, it's pretty cool."

"I don't know, I got it ummm...at the mall..." She licked her lips.

"It's okay..." I was leaning closer, my eyes half closed as my senses
filled with her smell, with the little bit of fear growing inside her.
Audrey's heart was going faster now and I could smell her
perspiration, her nervous energy looking for release.

"It's okay, Audrey..." I whispered; close enough to kiss her, my leg
against hers, my breasts against her stiff body. "...Angela won't
mind. You're so pretty..."

"Uh, I need to get out I think..." She tried to move away but I was
quicker, so fast it was like magic, with my arms around her, my face
in her dusty hair, my legs spread, straddling her as I pressed myself
on top of her.

"Shhh...No you don't..." I kissed her ear and she shivered, swallowing
hard and she was ready to fight, ready to scream.

"P-Please...I'm not like that, okay..." Her voice was soft and
trembling, filling me with desire. "...I'm not uh, a lesbian
or...anything..."

"You don't have to be, Audrey." I smiled, hugging her and moving my
mouth over cheek, dragging my tongue along her soft skin. "You don't
have to be anything for me."

I kissed her, soothing her with my voice and I knew she wanted to
resist me, but she didn't. She just sat there and when I pushed my
tongue between her lips the woman moaned, opening for me like a ripe
fruit.

"What am I doing?" She asked, her eyes staring at me. Audrey was so
confused, unable to understand how and why she was letting me do this,
and I didn't understand it myself really. It wasn't as if she wanted
to, but more like she couldn't refuse, and there's a real difference
there.

"Don't you know?" I smiled at her, licking at her lips.

I pushed her jacket off her shoulders, and pressed my hands against
her breasts, feeling her bra and beneath that her smallish breasts. I
squeezed them, kissing her softly, moving my mouth around her chin,
beneath her jaw, coaxing her to lift her head for me, so I could kiss
the pulse on her neck.

"Oh god..." She was holding me now as well, while I sucked at her
skin, not biting her, just using my lips as if I were giving her a
hickey. I could feel her hands moving along my back, her fingernails
across my t-shirt. I was grinding my pelvis against her thigh, riding
her and it was so good like that.

Angela rolled down her window a little, as we were steaming up the
windows and I knew she was watching in the mirror, watching Audrey
make out with her invisible lover.

"Kiss me." I whispered to her, "Give me your tongue, Audrey."

And she did as I asked, without hesitating, putting her mouth on mine
and pushing her soft tongue into my mouth. I sucked it, pursing my
lips around it and then biting her finally, as I couldn't wait a
second longer. I just needed a little taste, not much, just a taste of
sweet Audrey and I wanted to drink her kiss.

My needle fangs pierced her flesh easily and Audrey's tongue bled
quickly, with so much blood it was surprising. My mouth filled with it
and I swallowed, holding her tight in my arms as she moaned with pain
and confused pleasure. She was in a daze, under a spell and she would
never be free of it. Whatever Angela may have been thinking, I'd
already made up my mind that this girl would belong to me for as long
as she lived, and I didn't think that would be much more than a few
more hours at best. She didn't seem very strong.

I undressed Audrey while we kissed, while I fed on her bleeding
tongue. She couldn't pull away, and she had no will of her own.
Anything I might suggest Audrey was willing to do. I tore her t-shirt
away and then her bra, not bothering with the clasp. I pressed her
tits flat, they were barely A-cups, and so soft and light in my hands
it made me smile. I felt her nipples hard and that pleased me, knowing
that she was becoming aroused despite her fear, despite her resistance
to what we were doing. Her body was responding and I pinched her
nipples cruelly, knowing she wouldn't protest, pulling at them so hard
that Audrey gave a choking gasp and her soft brown eyes filled with
tears.

Blood ran between our mouths, down her chin and mine, and I let her go
reluctantly, lifting my mouth so my teeth came free of her tongue. She
was breathing hard and as she licked her lips, Audrey's bleeding
tongue left a great red stain around her mouth. I kissed her, working
that crimson stain over her cheeks to mix with her tears. I kissed her
eyes softly, loving her.

I pushed Audrey down, onto the seat and tore at her jeans, undressing
her almost violently and then myself, so that we were both naked and
laying down with our legs bent and awkward in the confines of that
car. I'd turned, and now I looked back, presenting my cunt to her
bloody mouth, urging Audrey to kiss me, to lick my pussy. She was so
hot beneath me, her body flushed with life and fear and pain and
pleasure, and I was so cold inside that I had to steal her blood to
warm me. I needed her life to keep me alive.

It was a trade, I thought as I bent my mouth to find her sex. I could
feel her tongue on me now, her wounded muscle slick with blood,
working its way into my cunt. She'd never done it before, I knew. She
was straight and innocent once upon a time, but not anymore. She was
sucking my pussy as if she'd been dreaming of it, lusting for it, and
I rocked my hips against her, feeding the girl my juicing hole.
Fucking her mouth for my own pleasure...and hers.

And our trade, that was it, the emotions she now felt, the confused
passion, the lust. The pain and everything else besides. It wasn't
just some spell that drove her now, it was something inside her. She'd
never been so alive before, this Audrey person, this nobody from
nowhere, she'd been one of the walking dead like so many people I'd
known, lonely and afraid and dreaming. I'd given her something now, I
thought, I'd done it. I'd woken her up; brought her to the edge of
reason and shown her how good it could be, making love, sharing her
life with someone who needed it. Who needed her.

Audrey had never been needed in her life, not until now and soon, very
soon when I did finally take her completely, when I gave her to Angela
and we'd drank our fill of the girl, she'd at least have this moment
to comfort her in death.


end of Part Five

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Continued in Part Six

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