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Subject: {ASSM} Runaway Dream Ch.5 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 five parts, beginning with "Runaway
Dream Intro" before reading this sixth part of the story.


The Runaway Dream
by rache

Chapter 5 - Lessons

"Let us go in; the fog is rising." - Emily Dickenson


She was weak now, but still alive four days later. I mean Audrey, of
course, who'd become something of a pet to me. We'd brought her home,
to our house in Klamath Falls. It was really Angela's, but she'd made
it mine as well. We were mated now, there really was nothing of mine
that wasn't Angela's as well, and so the opposite was also true.

And I was changing, every hour, every minute, I was becoming something
else. There were obvious things, like the way I talked, the way I
dressed myself, even the way I walked and sat. I'd spent so long, so
many years being nothing, and less than nothing. I had power now, weak
ones to be sure, but they were growing. I was learning how to use my
new abilities, and the first thing a person does, a nothing who is
suddenly something, the first thing is to be cruel.

I'd been cruel before, I knew, but this was different. I was corrupt
and very pleased with myself. Angela didn't seem to mind, she embraced
me and taught me to embrace myself. And perhaps this isn't making a
lot of sense, but have you ever wondered what you would do, if you
could do anything? I'd been amoral before I'd met Angela, and so maybe
that was just proof that I'd always been a vampire in my soul, or
maybe just intended for the role by fate. Now I was physically able to
exercise my desires, however, and that was an evil thing.

Audrey knew that. I had her then, four days after I'd first seduced
her on that long drive home. I had her in our house, in the old
cellars where it was cold and dark, with a single bulb burning just
for her. I didn't need it, I could see perfectly in that awful
blackness, but I wanted her to see as well. She was weak and pale and
if she hadn't been beautiful before, to my eyes she was becoming such.
She'd been plain as a woman, ordinary in every way, but I was changing
her slowly, experimenting with my abilities.

Angela had her slave, her pet girl, named Petra, who had sacrificed
everything in her search for a vampire to serve. She'd come willingly,
Angela told me while we sat one quiet evening. We'd hunt later, but
just after sunset we liked to sit near the fireplace, trying to warm
ourselves against the recent chill of sleep. I was always so cold when
I woke up. So we sat by the fire and the girl, Petra, who might have
been twenty I thought, she knelt near Angela's feet. Or sometimes she
offered herself to one of us, her wrist perhaps, or her thigh, which
was where Angela enjoyed biting her. Just on the inside, near the soft
hollow close to her pink pussy. The blood was quick there and Angela
could drink deep if she was particularly hungry, but mostly she fed
slowly, nursing on the girl's arm, kissing her pale skin.
Petra. She was lovely as well, enough so that I'd felt a pang of
jealousy when I'd first met her. She wasn't like me, but rather dark,
like the original Goth Girl, with her painted face as she tried to
imitate us. She had long black hair, straight and loose, with dark
sunken eyes and prominent cheeks. Her body was neither thin nor
voluptuous, but something more pleasing than either.  I'd detested
girls like her in my former life and it would take me some time before
I could trust her the way Angela seemed to. But I trusted Angela, so
there it was. I had little choice, as always it seemed sometimes.

And she told me how this girl, this Petra, had come from Detroit,
traveling halfway across the country alone, looking for what she only
suspected. Hoping against hope that she would find what couldn't
possibly exist. A real vampire. Male or female, Petra didn't care. She
was bound to the ideal, chained to it like Prometheus to his rock. It
was a part of her and so obvious that a vampire like Angela, who had
long experience and keen abilities, couldn't possibly miss it. It was
pure luck, Angela told me with a smile, that she'd found Petra before
some other vampire. A girl like that was valuable beyond her weight in
gold and much too rare to kill.

We had need of her, just as we had need of people like Monica, who
offered us protection during the day and comfort at night. While we
slept below, Petra stood watch over us, keeping a house for neighbors,
paying bills and shopping, doing everything that we couldn't, or more
simply wouldn't because it was tedious and boring and common. Petra
and the people like her gave us the ability to exist, and without
them, vampires would have perished long ago. We were too vulnerable,
too easy to detect by our necessary habits and manners, if not by our
actual appearance.

Petra would serve me as well, of course. She was eager and willing,
bending herself to whatever I might desire, but she was Angela's more
than mine, a fact beyond even Angela's power to change. And to some
degree I found Petra's obeisance annoying, or perhaps boring is a
better word. I enjoyed much more the resistance of Audrey, who was
still fighting what she'd become four days later. It was a challenge,
breaking her to my will, and I spent much time doing it, basking in
Audrey's fear and love and hate and joy.

I had her in the cellars, deep in our lair which was large and dry,
but very cold being buried in the Cascade Mountains.

"Did you miss me?" I teased her and Audrey stared at me, sullen and
angry. "What? You're not gonna talk to me?" I giggled. "The old silent
treatment, Audrey?"

I had her chained to the floor, with a length of stainless chain from
a collar around her neck to a steel ring which had been long fixed
into the concrete floor. It had been used for God only knew what
purpose in the past. Livestock maybe. But now it was serving us well
enough. She could sit or lay down, and I'd left her a blanket because
it was cold down there, although I felt it not at all. But the chain
was too short to let Audrey stand properly.

Her collar was leather, narrow, but thick, and held tight with a small
padlock. It chafed her skin and I stepped close to her, entirely naked
myself, and reached for her jaw. She resisted, turning away, but it
was easy enough and I inspected my prize by the light of the single
bright bulb that hung above us.

I had abilities, I knew, and I was only just beginning to learn them.
Some of them I shared with Angela, but others were mine alone it
seemed. Just as Angela had her own unique gifts. Like my seemingly
magical skill at seduction, or merely suggestion if you will, it was
something beyond Angela, but as natural to me as breathing. I'd used
it on Audrey that night in the car, and she'd been a slave to me,
obedient and eager. Over time it wore off and I was still figuring out
exactly how to use it, because it wasn't like just 'thinking' that I
wanted to seduce her. The ability resided in a pattern of thoughts, in
a way of seeing her and speaking to her, touching and even just
looking at her. It was an expression of desire using all the the
senses and I found it a marvelous toy.

I was using Audrey to practice with and that's as good a reason as I
needed to keep her alive then. That and I did like her very much, as
lesser creature. That was also what I was learning, that there was a
hierarchy in the universe, in nature, and human's were somewhere below
us, below people like myself and Angela. I'd never felt superior in my
life, but now it filled me, and my ego was growing, I have to admit.
So much of me was growing, physically and emotionally, and
intellectually as well. I was quickly losing that street urchin
identity I'd long cultivated as an orphan.

And Audrey. I think she hated me, really. I would have too, I suppose.
I'd captured her, raped her, tortured and beaten her, and locked her
in a cellar. She had reasons, there was little doubt of that, but her
biggest reason was that I could make her love me against her own will.
I could command her, like a Grecian goddess of old to adore me, and so
she would...for a time.

It was fun for awhile, but I'll tell you a secret. It wasn't as good
as it would have been if she'd loved me for no other reason than she
truly did. And that was what I was trying to bring about.

"I'm going to take off your collar." I told her, walking to the far
wall, where her key hung by a nail, always within her sight, but far
from her reach. "And I'm going to whip you."

"No." She whispered.

"No?" I turned with the key in my fingers.

"Please...I...I'll talk to you." She licked her lips and looked at the
floor.

"You think I'm gonna whip you because you won't talk?" I giggled.

Audrey looked at me then, slightly confused. "Then...why?"

"Because I want to, that's all." I walked towards her, a 15 year old
girl, naked and pale and smiling and there she was, full grown and
trembling now. "Poor Audrey." I caressed her cheek for a moment,
feeling a tear leak slowly from her left eye.

I unlocked her from her collar, letting it fall to the floor with the
rattling of chains and an echoing thud. She could run if she wanted,
it would make little difference. The cellar door was locked and even
if she managed to get through that, Angela would be waiting, or a
hundred empty acres of forest if she should got that far. Then I would
hunt her, which would be pretty fun too, I thought, and I was tempted
to let her go. But only for a second.

"Take the pole." I told her and I wasn't forcing her. I'd done that
before, the last two nights, exercising my newfound abilities and
making her do it. Tonight I wanted to see her do it on her own.

"Please..." She was still sitting, looking up at me. "...don't make
me."

"I'm telling you, I'm not making you." I shook my head. "Do you want
to die? Right now? I'll give it to you, Audrey."

"No." She whispered and I knew she was telling the truth. That girl
would cling to life until the very last second. Nothing frightened her
more than death, for some reason. Not pain, not me, nothing. She'd
obviously never lost anyone she'd loved, because I'd lost my fear of
death long ago, when I was nine years old. It was life that the girl
should be afraid of, I thought, and I wondered if she was afraid of
God too.

The pole was a central stanchion, one of several pillars upon which
the house was built. It was the smooth and ancient trunk of a redwood
tree, I thought, although the wood had turned black with age so that
it was impossible to tell. Audrey stepped to it, pressing her thin
body to the wood, wrapping her arms around it and very nearly touching
her fingers together on the opposite side, but not quite.

She was sobbing now, softly, so that her naked body jerked every now
and again. I had a whip, a real one, though I wasn't very good with it
yet. I was still learning that too and the scars on Audrey's back and
thighs and shoulders were ragged and uneven, hardly beautiful at all.
But I was getting better and I would whip her twice, or three times
before she'd let go, collapsing slightly, and I'd have to wait until
she could stand again. It was a slow and painful process and the whip
was cruel and sharp, opening her flesh so that blood ran freely down
her pale skin.

Audrey took thirteen strokes all told, and willingly as well, because
I hadn't bound her in any way. The last was across her buttocks,
bringing a scream as they all had, and Audrey's legs gave out again,
so that she fell in a clumsy heap on the cold floor. She may have
stood one more time for me, but that had been enough I decided. Her
back was wet with blood now, criss-crossed with welts and cuts, both
new and old ones that had opened under the strain of her
flagellation.

"Come here now." I said, showing no sign of exertion. I could have
whipped the girl all night if I'd wanted.

Audrey hesitated and then crawled slowly the few feet between us and I
knelt to cradle her. My hands moved over her back, smearing her blood
across her hot sweating skin. She was breathless and weak now, but no
longer frightened. I'd beaten that emotion out of her, given the woman
something else to think about. I wanted to drink her, to lap at the
fluids on her skin and taste her life. It was a powerful desire, a
need and a want such as only an animal can experience, a true predator
smelling her prey. But I ignored it, pushing those thoughts away as I
took Audrey into my arms.

I kissed her trembling lips and she didn't respond, not a first, but
then she let me kiss her. It was a small thing, a tiny surrender, but
it was there. She was yielding in her loneliness and pain. She would
love me soon, she would welcome her punishments because they would
bring a reward after, a reward such as this. I caressed her gently,
rocking her as if she were a child and kissing her mouth and cheeks
and eyes.
I worked my fingers across her breasts, feeling her nipples hard with
adrenaline, and across her flat tummy, to her sex. She had soft hair,
fine and silky and her cunt was always so hot. She wasn't excited, not
sexually, but there is such a small difference between passion and
pain, the body reacts very nearly the same in some ways, so it was
easy to make her wet with my fingers. She longed for comfort and
compassion and mercy, and I gave those to her. Audrey hated me, I
knew, and that's not so far from love either. She was kissing me while
I fingered her, pushing two fingers deep into her clasping sex as she
worked her tongue in my mouth eagerly now.
Soon, I thought, I would have her writhing with pleasure beneath my
whip. She wouldn't know the difference between my kisses, with lips or
lash. Audrey would cum while I punished her and thank me for it. That
was my goal, my desire, and then I could set her free.

I comforted her, because this is how we teach our children. We punish
and love and command their obedience so that we can reward it later.
Audrey was my first child, my first slave and servant and it was
better she was unwilling I think, because I needed to learn so many
things. I wondered if it was instinctive in us, in vampires, to seek
someone like Audrey while we are young and immature, so that we can
hone our skills at manipulation and control. It seemed certain to me
that there were no weak vampires, no one who were submissive by
nature. We would all have the need for dominance as a survival trait.

Especially if what Angela had told me was really true, about vampires
being territorial. How when two vampires meet only one will survive. I
liked it, I liked that idea and I knew what I was doing was building
my strength and experience to keep what was mine. Angela would protect
me for now, this place was hers and she told me she could sense
another vampire as far away as Seattle or San Francisco. She could
smell them on the stars, just one or two as they moved across the edge
of our territory and if they'd dare come closer I had little doubt
Angela would have sought them out. She'd have to, lest they find us
first and my own abilities there were very weak as yet. I could sense
Angela, but only her.

But the others never came close, they had their own places, their own
realms, and we were content to remain as we were.

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

"Petra." I spoke to the woman, who was sitting near the fire at
Angela's feet, staring into it. "I need to wash Audrey. And feed her.
Can you get everything ready for me?"

"Of course." Petra smiled at me, and her eyes were dark, yet warm like
the fire. She was faithful to us both, Angela and me, but I couldn't
help the small bit of envy I held for my lover at possessing the girl.
Audrey, I knew, would never be like Petra.

Petra left us to prepare what I needed to take care of Audrey, to
clean her and tend her injured back. I'd do it myself, and feed Audrey
too, because she was mine. Neither Angela or Petra went into the
cellar, there was only me in Audrey's life now.

"You whipped her again." Angela looked up at me from her chair. She
was reading a book, which was a habit I'd never picked up.

"Yeah." I smiled. I was still wet with Audrey's blood. "She let me, I
didn't have to force her or anything."

"That's good." Angela nodded. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah." I shrugged. "Of course I did. Why?"

"You don't have to be cruel, Lisa. Not to her." She told me and we'd
had similar conversations before, but only recently. Angela didn't
share my enthusiasm for punishing Audrey and I didn't understand why.

"I'm teaching her." I put my hand near the fire, wondering how close
I'd have to get to the flames before it hurt.

"You could get the same effect with patience." Angela told me.

"I could. Maybe." I giggled. "What's the difference? God, she's just a
girl. So what if she cries?"

"Nothing." Angela said softly, looking back down at her book and I
frowned.

"What?" I stared at her, pulling my untarnished hand from the flames,
forgetting my little experiment.

"Nothing." Angela repeated and I knew she wasn't happy with me.

I left the room, moving quickly through the house, through the
kitchens. I saw Petra there and I pushed her out of the way, heading
for the cellars. I was going to kill Audrey, right then. I was going
to rip her open and paint the walls with her blood. I wasn't going to
feed, I was going to murder her. I was going to slaughter her because
I hated her right then. I hated Angela and myself most of all.

"I didn't ask for this, you know!" I shouted. "You did it!"

I unlocked the doors and left the light off, I didn't need it anyway.
I was moving fast, so fast I was on her before she realized someone
was coming. I was on top of the girl, still unchained, wrapped in her
bloodstained blanket. I pulled Audrey to her feet, slapping her face
as her eyes flew open, trying to focus on me, trying to understand
what it was I wanted from her. She was crying, terrified as she sensed
my rage, my useless anger that had no other outlet but her.

I drew my hand back, stretching her long thin neck and I was going to
rip my talons through her windpipe. I'd bathe in her blood as it
gushed from her body...That's what I wanted, but I only let her go. I
fell down, pulling her with me. I was so alone and unhappy. Nothing
had changed. I was in a different place, with different people, but it
was still me. I'd changed into something else, but not someone else.
There was a difference.

I looked at Audrey in that darkness, reaching out to touch her face
and she jerked away, frightened of me.

This was what I'd become. A something cruel and unpredictable and
selfish, and I'd always been those, so what was the difference? Angela
was upstairs, telling me not to be. She'd killed an entire convent,
all of her friends, and that wasn't cruel and unjust and selfish? She
was a hypocrite and a liar and I wanted her to love me, not ignore me.
Why did she act like that? Why couldn't she just let me do what I
wanted? Was I her child?

"You're not my mother!" I screamed up the stairs.

"Perhaps I should be." Angela's voice startled, me even though I'd
sensed her coming. She was carrying the tray I'd asked Petra to
prepare, with food and ointments and warm damp towels to wash Audrey's
back.

She turned on the light and came down the stairs slowly and Audrey
watched us both, huddled now a few feet away, hugging her knees to her
breasts and shivering beneath her blanket.

"It's alright..." I told her gently. "Shhh...you're safe now, come
here. Let me kiss you Audrey, come to me now..."

And it was so easy like that. Her expression changed, her body relaxed
noticeably and her eyes softened. Trust filled her and she did come to
me so that I could feed her. She was under the spell and perhaps
inside her someplace she knew it, and resented me for it, but I
couldn't know. And outwardly she gave no sign of it. She was my friend
now, my lover and she forgave me all of my earlier sins.

Angela watched as I spooned soup into Audrey's mouth, held a cup of
warm milk to her lips and kissed them after she'd finished. I tended
to her back carefully, soothing her and wiping away the blood so I
could spread a healing ointment on the long welts and cuts my whip had
left upon her flesh.

I made love to her as well, kissing the girl and watching Angela watch
us, wanting her to feel jealous as I used my mouth and fingers on
Audrey's soft pink cunt. I brought her to climax easily and
repeatedly, so that Audrey's soft moans and passion filled cries
filled the cellar around us. It was good for her, a real reward and I
even forgot Angela briefly as I had my own small orgasm beneath
Audrey's soft tongue.
And I bit her, piercing the soft interior of Audrey's sex with my
teeth so that her cunt filled with her rich sweet blood. I drank it
from her, mixed with her orgasm as she climaxed repeatedly while I
fed. It was my favorite thing and I hoped to punish Angela with it. I
sucked the girl for several long minutes, almost too long as I could
feel her heart racing, but weakening as well. It was becoming starved
of blood, the muscle protesting it's labors and only reluctantly did I
pull away, gasping with pleasure as I blinked rapidly, trying to
regain my senses.

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

"I'm sorry." Angela told me.

We were in our bed and the sun was coming up. Petra would watch over
us and Audrey was exhausted and lacking blood; she was sleeping in the
cellar peacefully and would remain so for much of the day.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Me too."

I knew what it was, and so did Angela. I wasn't old enough for this. I
was fifteen, that's all. I was independent, and mature in some ways,
but not like this. I was still a child in many respects and we forgot
that sometimes. Especially me and I got angry fast when something
reminded me of that fact. I'd thrown a tantrum, really, that was what
it had been, and I'd come close to killing Audrey because of it. And
that didn't make it any better at all.

"I have a lot to learn, don't I?" I said softly, not really asking a
question.

"If you know that much, you're already ahead of the game." Angela
smiled at me in the dark and she was holding me. Her hand was on my
breast and her leg between mine, so that she could rub her thigh
against my sex.

"I feel lost." I admitted.

"I know." Angela kissed me, softly at first. "We all feel like that
sometimes." Then she kissed me deeper, opening my mouth with her
tongue so I could suck on it gently.

"Do you want to cum?" I asked her, grinding myself against her leg as
I felt my sex growing damp.

"No." She giggled softly. "Let me make it good for you, then we'll
sleep."


end of Part Six

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Continued in Part Seven

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