well hell, here’s some trashy vampire shit i wrote. if brite and rice and king can do it and then sit there feeling like they’ve done a good job, then so can i. at least, that’s what i thought when i was fifteen and this sort of stuff was vomiting out of the typewriter constantly. the world is crazy and stupid and you go from the cunt to the grave, that’s a given, and in between the two holes you’ll either become more and more demented with each passing day, or you’ll keel over without having been touched by anything. i didn’t write the rules.
SANCTUARY
So, anyway, I met this girl one day, this beautiful horrible creature, she was insane, completely subnormal, demented, had spent most of her life in asylums, she had this habit of cutting herself, of slicing up her skin, her flesh, even her face with razors, knives, everything, anything. This was what attracted me to her, I guess…I was fascinated by it, bu her taste for blood, her own and that of other people. She had to be only around 17, perhaps younger, perhaps even more, and she was covered in scars, hundreds of them marked her body like freckles would another person, and she had this habit of rolling her eyes back into her head, as if trying to look at her brain to see what had gone wrong. And I would stare at her from a distance, thinking, Jesus, once in a while there is a freak of nature, a fluke so perfect and unutterable that the beauty of it all transcended the physical world, went beyond mere existence and on to another plane, and I thought to myself she must be mine must be mine must be.
It was everything about her that I watched from a distance, across a street, in a crowded mall, perhaps in a bar or club, and I drank it all in, I thrived on it, I felt something building up inside me, and it was more than just sperm, it was fury, pure terror as I thought to myself what I could do to her, what she could do to me, and I was frightened, it scared the shit out of me. I would pass something, look at something in my room or house or another house or anywhere, and regardless of what it was or who it belonged to, I imagined what I could do to her with it, and I would wake in the night, screaming, soaked with cold sweat, and I would light matches and hold them to my arms and I knew I was going to a place worse than hell because she would be taking me there. Even when I did not see her she was there, she was burned into my sould, if I even had one left, if I ever had one at all. I would look at a knife or a chair or an ashtray or a cheese grater and my stomach would churn and I would get an erection so powerful, so painful, that nothing could have been done about it, nothing but her, only her self could save me and destroy me in the process of retribution. I imagined her eyes mouth nose lips teeth tongue face cheeks chin neck throat ears hair hair, yes, fuck, that hair, her snot, bile, somach, cancer, heart beating and impaled on the end of my cock, her lungs, arms, shit, piss, blood, my god, her blood, I imagined it everywhere, across the room, me covered in hers and her covered in mine, and I felt myself breaking down, I couldn’t figure it, I had always had these thoughts, these terrible things inside me, but she was the trigger, the whole total complete pure simple mechanics of it, her bitch cunt of an existence was going to be my downfall and my resurrection.
I discovered where she lived. She lived alone in a small place that I guessed had been her parent’s once. I knew her name and it was Mine. I would watch her at nights from a deserted warehouse next to her place, and I watched as she moved from room to room, doing everything she did…I watched her as she looked at television, listened to music, as she prepared food, as she removed tampons, as she wrote in her diary, as she masturbated on the toilet and in the shower and everywhere, as she cut her arms with broken pieces of glass and licked away the blood, as she brought home men and women and did things so glorious with them that it felt like a legion of rats were chewing, scratching and biting their way through my chest. The men and women would leave the house the next day and they would be limping, crying, they would have black eyes and fresh bandages, welts across their faces, and they would be pale, pale as bone, as pale as she always was, and I would sit there for hours and hours on end, transfixed.
This went on for some weeks, perhaps two months or more. Everything she did was new and wonderful and hypnotic. And after a time the men and women stopped coming to her place and she was alone as I looked at her through the windows…
…I knocked on the door.
After a time it opened and I was closer to her than I had ever been. She looked at me and didn’t say a word, didn’t even blink, her face was totally and completely and utterly without expression. Up close she was even more perfect than I had imagined. I stood there for ages just looking at her face.
Soon she backed into the house, eyes locked on mine, and I moved forward and closed the door behind me, like a gentleman, ha ha. She had on a dress, a short black one, and her hair flowed over her shoulders and back like ravens, and I thought, she is exquisite. She is unnatural.
It was 11:00 pm in the night. This was the only real house in the street, the only one for about a mile radius, the rest was warehouses and train lines, and it was a dead night, gutted, so silent it was painful, but no one would hear our screams.
The house was dark, the only light coming from the television in the lounge and three or for candles scattered about, smelling weird, they made you dizzy. Finally I couldn’t stand it, she just kept looking at me, and I moved to her and locked my mouth around hers. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth like a snake and I held it there with my teeth, biting lightly, and I had my hands on her ass and I crushed her pelvis in to mine and I felt the warm of her cunt, we stayed there kissing for what seemed like a long time, and then she wrapped her arms around my necks and pressed herself even harder against me. I lifted up the back of my skirt with my left hand and forced my right index finger into her mouth until it was dripping with saliva, and I moved it down to her ass and forced the finger into her anus, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, heh…she knew I was coming, I guess. I pushed my finger all the way up in there and she let out this little gasp and rocked her hips back against it. Finally I removed the finger and I took it up and sucked on it, I didn’t care if she hadn’t washed, I didn’t care what came out of there, I wanted it all, I wanted every fucking piece of her, every mollecule. I went back to kissing and this time she bit me on the lower lip, only gently, and I pushed her away and tore off that flimsy dress of hers, and she was naked underneath, completely bare and glorious, pale like a corpse, and I looked at her, ran my fingers over all those scars, and she shivered and began to breathe a little harder, her nipples jutted out, her breasts perfect, and I bowed my head and bit into them like…Jesus…like pieces of fruit, and my teeth sank all the way in and some kind of liquid gushed into my mouth and it wasn’t blood and she let out a scream but did not pull away, her long nails clawing my back to shreds, and I suckled on those breasts and finally the blood began to seep out, and I lapped it up, moved my hand down to her cunt, and it was wet and ready and flowing and I rubbed the palm of my hand against it, tickling her delicious little asshole with two fingers on the in motion, and then I went for her clit and moved it around with my thumb and forefinger, it felt hard like a cock and it was pulsing like a cock but it was small, o so small and delicate, and I worked it with my fingers and took my teeth away from her breasts and, holding a mouthful of blood, I kissed her long and hard and felt her tongue getting the blood out, and I let her have it, it was hers anyway. Christ, I thought, I was going to murder her, I was sure of it. We broke away and she led me by the hand into the lounge, and she sat down on the couch and spread her legs, her feet up on the cushions, and I obeyed, I got down therer and forced my tongue up inside her, kissing, sucking, nibbling, biting. I drank up every drop, and when it stopped, I kept going until there was more. I was going to drain her, hollow her out, empty her. It tasted wonderous, like death, I knew she had killed men and women with that cunt of hers, and I savoured it like someone would an osasis after spending twenty days and twenty nights without food or drink in some godforsaken desert, wandering, purposeless. I stood up for a moment to remove my clothes, and I kepts looking into her eyes, they were evil, pure evil, and my dick was there and throbbing in front of me but I went back down and as I ate I worked my finger back up into her ass. The television was there and it was the news and it showed bodies, dozens and dozens of bodies, men, women, children, and these people with faces masks and gloves were carrying the bodies and throwing them into pits, and this drove me to the brink so I got on my knees and fed my cock into her and held it there, and I studied her face, it glistened with sweat, it was a hot night, and her chest and stomach were smeared and slick with blood and I cleared it away with my tongue, and then she grabbed me by the throat and dug her claws in and snarled, and I gave her five thrusts, vicious, brutal, that would have torn an ordinary woman in two, and she pulled my face up to hers and bit into my neck and I moaned and slowed my pace as she sucked on my jugular, my blood felt like it was on fire, and I kept pumping and grabbed both her breasts and squeezed them, hard, and she let out this low guttural porno movie of a moan and my throat was dry, I couldn’t swallow. I tore myself away from her and stood up, kicked the television to the floor where it smashed and sparked, and I took a broken piece of the tube and drew a long jagged red line across my chest, and she moved her tongue up and down this wound and then leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth and sucked and bobbed like some kind of demented witch, which she was, and soon my dick was dripping with spit and blood and I felt it building up, so I pulled her away and flipped her over so she was bent over the couch with her ass in the air, and I pushed myself back into her cunt and when I came, blasting it into her gut, it felt like it went on forever, and I bit her on the shoulder and then grabbed her head and yanked her head back and locked my mouth on hers again, and then she shuddered and screamed and her pussy contracted and the fluid gushed out of there and I rolled off her and onto the floor, panting, blood from somewhere had got in my eyes, and she lay down next to me, and we slept.
When I awoke, it must have been a full day later, and I opened my eyes and looked around and I was tied to the bed and she was before me, squeezing into something tight and leathery, and she saw me and smiled the sweetest of smiles, and then took out the whip and drew it up in the air, and as it cracked across my chest I thought yes, I am in love with her, but I will not tell her this just yet.