Vampire's Abyss: The last of their kind

Draculamomma

This is much longer than the last chappie, thank goodness, so enjoy it EVEN MORE DAMN YOU! Lol Happy reading.

Chapter 9-Day Four

The morning came as quickly as the night had, and I felt so comfortable, lying on my soft sheets, entwined in the strong arms the wrapped themselves around my waist. Wait…arms? What was going on?

My eyelids flew open in fear, and as happy as I was to see I was not blind again, I nearly screamed in fright when I was met with Matt's closed, relaxed eyes. I pulled back to find his chin resting on the top of my head, and I managed to get out of his grasp.

I didn't untangle his arms from my waist, to not wake him. I craned my neck to check my clock on my night table, it read 7:14 a.m. My mother wouldn't be up for another hour yet.

This gave me some relief, as I pulled my neck back down to rest on my clean pillow as I looked at Matt's relaxed face. It was no wonder Bianca didn't want to break up with him. He was truly a beauty. I shook my head. Where had that come from?

My eyes scanned Matt's clean black hair, all the way down to his perfect pink lips. I had a sudden urge to run my fingers along his lips, but I didn't want to wake him up to the sight of my long, sharp claws.

As I sat there, in Matt's arm, admiring his face, I didn't notice as his eyes fluttered open, and met my own. I soon shook out of my stupid imaginings, when Matt's brown eyes widened when he noticed how close we were.

Matt and I simultaneously yelped when our eyes met, and we both sprang apart, but I backed away too quickly and landed on the cold floor of my bedroom harshly.

"Shit!" Matt gasped, holding hand to his heart in fright.

I groaned in slight pain, getting up and massaging my back. "Thanks a lot Matt."

"Hey it was not my fault you were draped all over me!" He argued, holding the sheets closer to his large body.

I glared at him angrily. "You were the one with your arms all over my body!"

"It wasn't like I was trying to take advantage of you!" Matt gaped.

I laughed. "Right, what do you call lying overtop of me last night, begging for a kiss then?"

Matt opened his mouth to answer, but then smiled instead. "Hey! You can see again! And your eyes are back to their normal color Heather!"

I placed my hands on my hips. "I know that! Now stop changing the subject!"

"I wasn't…well…not intentionally anyway."

I walked over to Matt's place on the bed and pulled him up. "Look, I appreciate you watching over me, but you must leave before my mom wakes up."

At the mention of my mother, Matt leapt up in fright, and gathered his clothes from his school bag. He ran into my bathroom and changed in less than three minutes.

I smiled as he threw my bedroom door open and ran out into the hall, heading for the front door. He stopped as he grasped the door knob, and turned to smile quickly. "Thanks for the food, see you at school!"

I leaned into the door frame. "It's Saturday, Matt."

Matt stopped before running into the street. "Oh, shit, well, I gotta run Heather...bye!"

I giggled happily as I watched him run into the street like a wild goose in hunting season. As my smile widened, I suddenly felt a large dose of pain.

I ran my hands up to my mouth, and pricked my soft fingers on something quite sharp. It couldn't be…not now…

I raced back into the house, heading for the bathroom. I slammed the door once I was in, and peered into the mirror. There was no mistaking it this time. My reflection in the mirror gazed back at me, with six long, sharp fangs. Two on the bottom jaw, and four on the top. On the left side of my mouth as on the right side, two sets of fangs were beginning to sprout. They weren't as long as my Master's, but judging from the immense amount of stinging pain in mouth, they were still growing.

The back fangs were set right beside the front set where my normal canine teeth should have been, and the back fangs were slightly longer, and remembering what my Master said, I knew I didn't need to feed…yet.

"Master will be so pleased!" I said to myself as I walked out of the bathroom and went back to my room.

I had to go shopping again when I realized I was once again down a few sizes in dresses. I had gone from a size 6 to a size 4, and I was hoping that was the last of the weight I had to lose. There was nothing else to lose!

When I had gotten on the scale in my bathroom, I had noted I was done to 102 pounds. Any less and I would have been anorexic! I raced through the streets as fast as I could, stopping at a small clothing store not too far from my school.

In less than an hour, I had bought three new size four outfits. One was a gothic shirt with Emily the Strange and her cats sitting in a large black chair, with Emily the Strange pants with cat heads all over them to match, the other was a black jumpsuit with safety pins and studs all over the belts and pants, and the other was a simple fluffy black shirt and skirt with a small skull belt.

I chose to wear the skull belt as I made my way back home, unsure of what would happen next. My mother had already left for work when I got back, and I nearly puked when I smelled her coffee still left in the air of the kitchen.

Now that my fangs were out, I needed to practice feeding…but what was I to feed on? I wasn't deathly hungry, and there was no chance I was going to expose myself by feasting on a human.

I eyed a small squirrel leaping around my backyard tree, and a small grin crept across my face as I walked out into the backyard carefully.

The squirrel hadn't seen me yet, as it circled slowly around a tree trunk, collecting a few leaves and biting through the grass here and there. In seconds, I was a few feet away from it.

I was unable to control my sudden amount of strange speed, as I got closer and closer to the squirrel. All I could see was the squirrel, full of life, full of blood. As I drew nearer to its body, I drew in a sharp intake of breath, sniffing out the blood that pumped through its tiny veins.

As quick as a cat on steroids, I leapt through the air gracefully, and swiped the squirrel off its feet in my long, sharp talons. I slammed the squirrel down on the hard ground of the yard, and dug into its soft, warm flesh with my bared teeth.

At once I had felt a river of life flow into my mouth. The taste was unbearably delicious, and I didn't want to stop, I wanted so much more…I needed to have something much larger…

I nuzzled through the flesh of the squirrel, drinking it dry to the last drop. I licked my lips inhumanly, washing away any left over blood. I was licking my claws clean, when I suddenly felt my stomach churning in disgust.

I stood quickly, trying to make it back into my house, but I was too late as I doubled over and puked all the blood of the squirrel back onto the backyard porch.

My stomach heaved and seemed to do flips and turns as I puked over and over again until my throat burned. What had I just done? I had just preyed on a small, defenseless squirrel…and I had enjoyed it…What was I becoming?

I wiped the blood and vomit off my lips in disgust as I stood. I nearly puked again when I came face to face with my Master's angry eyes.

"What are you doing fledgling?" He asked angrily.

I looked over at the ripped open carcass of the squirrel, then back up at my Master slowly.

"I tried Master! I did! But, I can't do it! I can't!"

"Your fangs are in!" My Master stated happily, eyeing them as I spoke. That was the least of my worries right now…I wiped more blood off of my face.

"I know they are in! I used them only a few seconds ago to mutilate that poor squirrel!" My Master turned his old eyes to the dead body lying a few feet away from where we were standing.

He smiled. "Yes, one can always start small, then move up the food chain."

I shook my head in disgust. "I can't! Don't ask me to do it again, Master! It is cruel, and so inhuman! I will not attack another poor creature!"

My Master's eyes suddenly flashed like I had never seen them before. With amazing speed, he reached out with his clawed fingers, and grabbed my throat, pushing my body back with exceeding force until he had me strongly pinned against a firm tree trunk.

I gaped at my Master, kicking and squirming for freedom, but I was trapped in his powerful grasp.

"You listen to me now my fledgling." He spoke in a deep rumble.

"That tiny being you just killed, was food for the immortals! Do not weep over it! Don't be pathetic!" He hissed into my frightened face.

I only coughed in return, trying to pry his hands away from my sore neck.

"You must never show weakness or pity! Never! Do you understand me? It is unbecoming of a vampire to do so!"

I suddenly knocked my Master's arms away from my exposed neck angrily. "Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for life!"

My Master only bared his fangs. "That will die within you, along with whatever other hidden human emotions and feelings you may still possess."

I wrapped my arms around my aching body. "I can't kill. It's not in me."

"You can't fight it! That would be like fighting me; we are bound by blood, fledgling." He walked away from me, with his back turned.

I walked away from the tree with a throbbing back. "I am so close, aren't I?"

"Yes." He hissed, before walking away down the sidewalk from whence he came.

I said nothing else as I watched him walk off, finally disappearing from my sight altogether. This day was all too weird. I walked back in the house, afraid of the daylight more than anything.

I washed off the last bits of blood from my face, when the images flew in my mind. I gripped the kitchen counter, as I doubled over it, eyes blinking rapidly. What was going on? I was ok one second, and now I had a splitting headache.

I gripped the counter tighter, as images of Matt went through my mind. I saw everything…his smile, his perfect teeth, his nice, soft, pink lips…I hissed in pain and grabbed my head in my hands, as I fell on the kitchen floor, writhing in pain.

I tried my hardest to think about other things, but there was no use. All I could think of was Matt. Why did I want him so much all of a sudden? It was as if my sexuality had been hiding all along these years, and had chosen to act out on me now!

I shook my aching head, passing it off as Matt's sex talk from last night taking effect on my mind. I didn't want him! Did I?

I myself wasn't sure of the answer, but I knew I had to see Matt again. I wanted to see him again…

As soon as I was out in the streets again, Matt's scent wasn't difficult for me to locate. I followed my nose until I reached a house I was unsure of. But Matt's scent had led me here, and my nose wasn't wrong yet.

I was about to turn back, thinking this was a really stupid idea, when I heard a female's voice floating out of a second story window of the house. I strained my ears hard, and listened, trying to recognize the voice.

"What makes you so sure I am going to forgive you?" It was Bianca. Matt was definitely at her house! But why?

Looking around and making sure no one was watching, I leapt on the side of the house, and clung to the bricks with my claws. I had sailed right through the air easily, and landed directly beside Bianca's bedroom window on the second floor. I carefully peeked inside, and saw Matt's back toward me. So he was at her house…

I growled deep in my throat, feeling a sudden urge of jealousy run through my veins. I definitely had a crush on Matt; there was no denying it this time. But why had he come back to her? Did he really want her back?

I ducked away from the view of their eyes, as I watched Bianca turn away from Matt, and sit down on her bed. I listened closely, trying not to give away my position.

"Matt, I miss you. I miss you so much, but you've got to tell me what you want." Her lousy voice droned out.

I heard an uncomfortable silence. Then Matt spoke.

"I want you back Bianca." Oh hell no! I gritted my teeth together and sunk my claws deeper in the bricks, until they started cracking.

How could he say that after wanting to kiss me? What game was he playing?

"Well if you want me back, then I have a few words for you." Bianca continued.

"I'll do anything." Matt said, as if he was in a trance. That bitch Bianca toyed with guys like Matt so much, that she left them confused! No way was I going to stand here and let this happen.

"I want you to stop hanging around Heather for one." Bianca said. As soon as I heard my name, I crawled onto her bedroom balcony, still hiding out of view. Now was not yet the time…
"That's the reason why I dumped you in the first place Bianca! I am so sick of you controlling my life! I can hang out with whomever I want!" Matt argued.

Bianca took a deep breath. "Fine then, you can go off and hang out with all your cool, new friends, but leave me alone!"

"Why are you being this way? Just listen to me…"

"No Matt! Enough is enough! You can't keep treating me like this, and expect me to love you!"

I had had enough of this myself, and I decided to show myself. I stepped in Bianca's room from the balcony doors, trying not to make my entrance too dramatic.

Matt's eyes bulged out as soon as he cast sight on me. Bianca noticed his changed expression and she too turned around to face me. She let out a little scream when she registered my presence in the room.

"What are you doing here Heather? Get out!" She screamed, backing up against Matt.

I just shrugged casually. "I was in the neighborhood, and I happened to be passing by, when I heard my name, that's all."

Bianca looked up at Matt, with her mouth open in shock. Matt simply stared on at me, his mouth open too.

"Bullshit! My bedroom is right beside the backyard! You weren't in my backyard! How could you have heard?"

I rolled my eyes. "With your loud voice Bianca, who wouldn't have heard?"

"You bitch!" She screamed, and tried heading over to me, but was stopped by Matt, who grabbed her wrists.

She turned and glared at him. "Matt? What the hell are you doing?"

"Stopping you before you do something stupid!" He answered.

She struggled harder in his grasp. "Let me go, for God's sakes!"

"No!" Matt barked at her. This helped Bianca to stop struggling like an annoyed child. She gave me a glare that normally would have me heading for the mountains in fright, but I simply smiled at her, not afraid in the least.

Matt turned his gaze on me. "Heather, let's go." He let go of Bianca's wrists, and walked me out of her bedroom.

Before heading out the door of her house, Bianca yelled at me from the stairs. "This is so not over Heather! I'm gonna make sure you pay for this shit!"

I was about to make another smart ass comment to that, when Matt pushed me out of the house and slammed the door.

He walked beside me on the sidewalk. "We need to talk."

"Yeah, no shit." I answered back.

"How the hell did you find out where Bianca lived? Never mind that! How did you find me?" Matt asked, keeping his eyes on me as we walked.

I smiled, careful not to show my fangs. "I followed you."

"That's a lie, I saw you walk back into your house!"

I just shrugged. Matt suddenly stopped walking.

"Look, Heather, you're a mysterious person, and I wanted to get to know you better, but if you're going to start stalking me halfway around town, then I don't think I want us to talk to each other anymore."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, I grabbed his shirt by the collar, and dragged him headfirst into some bushes. Matt landed heavily on the hard ground.

"Heather! What is going on?" He asked, but he had no time to get up. I straddled his strong body in between my thighs, resting my hands on his chest. I looked down at him with hungry eyes.

Matt swallowed so loudly, I heard it. I smiled as I watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallowed.

"What are you doing?" He asked in a soft voice I'd never heard him speak in before.

I leaned forward and nuzzled my forehead against his. "Just sitting here, nothing against that."

Matt swallowed again. "Heather someone might see…"

"That's why I pulled us in here, silly." I giggled and kissed his forehead lightly.

I heard Matt's pounding heart through my chest as I lay on top of him. He was scared, but that didn't offend me, for some odd reason it turned me on furthermore.

"Heather, this isn't right…I still have feelings for Bianca." Matt said as I stared into his eyes.

I shook my head. "No you don't."

"Please Heather, don't do this." Matt shifted beneath me, but I pinned my thighs down on his body harder, causing him to cringe in pain.

I smiled again, running my hands down his chest. Matt looked down at my claws, and back up at me. "I swear to Christ, those nails are getting longer." He said gently.

I nodded. "They're very useful."

"I'll bet." Matt agreed.

I slipped my cold hands under Matt's shirt, and rested them on the exposed skin of his stomach. Matt immediately flinched, and this only made me laugh out loud.

"Jesus you're cold!" He gasped.

"And you're warm." I purred. I ran one of my claws against Matt's soft, sensitive skin, cutting through a thin layer of skin.

"Shit!" Matt hissed.

"Hush now." I hissed back. I leaned down and pulled up his shirt more, eyeing the blood gushing slowly from the new wound. I licked my lips quickly, and began sucking on his wound.

Matt moaned deep in his throat and that only encouraged me to continue. Soon I began lapping at the wound like a cat drinking a bowl of milk. The more the blood entered my system, the more I wanted.

I stopped licking the wound after a few more minutes. I wanted so much more of him…I wanted to taste him…to eat him…

"Heather…" Matt breathed with some difficulty.

I smiled at him and leaned into his warm neck. I took a deep breath and took in his scent. It was delicious male cologne, and it attracted me to him even more. He smelled of fresh mint, and some spices…

Without thinking about it, I bared my fangs quickly, and leaned in closer to Matt's exposed skin. I had barely brushed a fang against his skin, when Matt unexpectedly pulled back to look at me.

Unfortunately I didn't have time to hide my fangs, and I nearly screamed in shock when Matt's eyes fell upon them.

His eyes widened too, and he bucked me off his lap. "Oh my God! What the fuck?" He screamed.

I landed on my ass for the second time that day, and groaned. This was not going to turn out well…

Matt jumped to his feet, and towered above me as I lay panting on the grass. I looked up at him, resisting the urge to pull him back down on top of my body.

"You almost bit me you bitch!" He yelled, pointing a finger at me.

I grinned. "What can I say? I like it rough."

"You're nothing but a psycho virgin! Bianca was right!"

I glared daggers at him from the ground, still not in the mood to get up.

"Bianca's the one who's the bitch!" I hissed angrily.

Matt slowly backed away from me. "You need help Heather. You're a freak! Just stay away from me!" He turned and ran down the path as fast as he could.

I lay in the grass for a while longer, thinking over what he said. Was I really considered a freak now? Surely I was one step away from being a human…but that didn't automatically make me a freak!

I got up hesitantly, looking down the path Matt ran. He was gone for sure, but I still smelled him as he was gone. My own scent of lust drew my attention back to what he said.

I really did need help…I had almost bitten him for heaven's sakes! I began heading for the one place I knew I could at least get some of my pent up sexual frustration out and talking to someone. My therapist Stacy Drew, who was only a few blocks away. She was always working around the clock, but on weekends she usually had free time to herself, and when my mother had first taken me to her for counseling, I had really liked her, and she had taken a liking to me as well. One little visit wouldn't hurt.

I knocked for the third time desperately on Stacy's door, hoping she would hurry up and open it. My wish came true when the door suddenly opened, and I was met with Stacy's kind face.

She was a woman in her forties, and was very pretty. She had her red hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a blue shirt with matching blue jeans. She smiled when she saw me.

"Heather! It's been a while I almost didn't recognize you!" I nodded.

"Have you lost weight dear? You are bone thin! And pale too…"

"No Stacy, I just went on this diet, and it's really good for me."

She smiled. "Yes, that's awesome dear! What can I do for you?" She asked.

I smiled shortly. "Stacy, I really needed to talk to you, I've been going through a lot of changes…"

Stacy immediately opened the door to me and led me to her office. I had always loved her office; it was so cozy and comfy. She had put pictures of her dogs on her desks, and it seemed so homey to me. Her walls were covered with diplomas and pictures that I really liked, and the wallpaper was filled with dolls, looking like a nursery.

Stacy was very curious by nature and she loved listening to people. She wanted to help above all else.

I sat down on one of her couches, as she shut the office door and pulled out a pen and paper.

"Ok dear, start at the beginning."

I shuffled in the seat. There was some much to tell, but I decided to start off with Matt first.

"Well there's this guy, at my school, and he never really paid attention to me before, but all of a sudden he started."

She nodded and wrote something down.

"Anyways. The problem first off was that he had a girlfriend, and I never really got along with his girlfriend, she had always made fun of my body size as far as I can remember. But when I lost weight, she and her friends took an odd sudden liking to me, and they even tried to apologize for all the torture along the years."

"Sounds like they might have been planning something." Stacy said as she looked back up at me with her blue eyes.

"I thought so too, and tried to keep my distance from them. But the guy I like started getting closer to me for some odd reason, and he'd pretty much follow my everywhere! And I thought he was really starting to like me."

Stacy winked. "You never know with boys."

I nodded and carried on. "True, and that's why I was trying to be distant, but one day in class, the guy actually dumped his girlfriend in front of the whole class, especially when she told him not to hang out with me, and I was sure he liked me then, because he preferred to hang out with me more than her."

Stacy had gone back to writing.

"So he slept over at my house last night in my bed…"

"He did?" Stacy suddenly interrupted.

I caught on and laughed. "Don't worry, we didn't have sex Stacy."

"Good girl, if you want to, you know there's protection available." She answered.

"Yes, well anyways, this morning he suddenly went back to his old girlfriend, and said he wanted her back, and I was truly shocked because he seemed to care so much about me, and then all of a sudden he goes back to her? Who the hell does he think he is toying with my emotions like that? I won't allow that! So I bitched at him and his girlfriend, and she wants to fight me now!"

"And what are you prepared to do about that?" Stacy asked.

"I'll kick her ass if I have to, she's not my main concern, I can take her on easily, but now I'm worried about Matt."

"Why?"

I took a breath. "Well, right before I came over to you, I suddenly felt this, urge, so to speak, deep within me that I never knew I had before, and I pounced on Matt as we were walking, and I pulled him into a bunch of bushes."

I paused for a bit, letting Stacy write down on her paper quickly. She looked back up at me. "Yes, continue."

"And suddenly I just couldn't help myself, I wanted him really badly. I forced myself on him, and he didn't seem to fight it a whole lot, he told me he thought it was a bad idea, but I ignored him, and he was starting to give in, when I tried to bite him."

Stacy suddenly broke out in a coughing fit. When she was ok, she looked up at me in shock. "You tried to bite him?"

"Yes. It was so weird, I wanted to make him bleed for some odd reason…it felt so good, but it scared him and he ran off."

Stacy looked at me for the longest time possible, and then set her pen down. "Heather, I think…" She was interrupted when her doorbell rang. She set down her paper, and turned it over.

"Heather I will be right back." She got up and left the office, leaving me to myself.

Naturally, I was curious about what she was writing. I carefully leaned over the desk, and turned the paper over to read what Stacy had written about me. I was shocked to find what she had written about me.

She had written that I had an increased signs of aggressive behavior, violent tendencies, and an increased sexual desire that may lead to violence! I threw the paper back down on the desk, clearly pissed off. This had been a waste of time. Stacy didn't understand.

She returned into the office with a small smile on her face. "Sorry, I was expecting a package to arrive and it did."

"Now then, I was going to say Heather that it's normal for you to want to chase down guys, but this particular guy you're after may be telling you the truth. He may seriously be still in love with his girlfriend, and if you get in the way of his decision making, he can seriously mess up his own life as well as yours and this other girl's. Let him choose who he wants, and don't worry about it."

"If you're sure…"

"I am. I have seen these things happen many times, and in most cases it is very obvious which course of action you should take. You are still young, and full of raging hormones, and it is natural to want to act out on these feelings, but one must always have a sense of control during this stage."

I nearly laughed out loud. Raging hormones! So that's what was wrong with me?

"There will be plenty of guys in and out of your life, but take this on as a learning experience for yourself. Stand back, and let him decide. It sounds to me like he wants to be friends with you more, than pursue a relationship. And I think that's amazing. It's great to have both male and female friends."

I stood up and allowed her to walk me out of her office.

"Don't worry about it, let him come to you when he feels like it, else you will scare him off and give him the wrong impression if you follow him further." Stacy said as she opened her front door and walked me to her front yard.

"I want you to try and lay back a little this week, get some rest, and call me for another appointment if anything else is bothering you."

I forced a smile on my face and hugged Stacy good-bye. This was a complete waste of time! This wasn't the case of raging hormones! This was part of my vampire transformation, and it was a phase I was going through.

Sure my sexuality was heightened, as were all my other senses! I just needed to stay away from Matt for the time being, until I figured out a way to control myself better.

I walked away with this plan in mind, but couldn't help hearing another side of my shout out "Staying away may work for a while, but what about after?" For once I was truly stumped. I could only control myself so much…but what about the vampire in me? How well could I control her?