Warning: This story contains violence and death.
I considered ‘Erotic Horror’ as the category for this story but ‘Loving Wives’ readers seem to enjoy BTB. I decided to literally light their fire with this one (pun intended). As with most of my stories, I try to write outside the scope of common plots. Although like most BTB stories, this one has very little sex and if you’re the introspective type, you may find this somewhat depressing. Try to enjoy it anyway.
Fate Is An Ugly Bitch.
A story by R.C.PeterGabriel: All rights reserved.
Into every life comes challenges, strife, and even pain. Just to be clear I’m not talking about the stubbing your toe kind of pain. Physical pain either goes away because you’ve healed or you die. Either way, you stop feeling it.
Emotional pain never truly goes away. You either drown in your grief or you become numb to it. If you become numb and you think the pain is gone, you’ve tricked yourself into missing out on joy.
Granted, feeling joy in the first place, elevates the trauma felt as your joy is crushed under the boots of reality.
You can hide from joy but that isn’t really living. In a twisted way, living requires us to seek out pain. And it could be said that I have lived a very full life…
I had a wonderful childhood, surrounded by a loving family, and friends, and lived in a prosperous village. I was taught the benefits of hard work and grew into a strong man. The love of my life was two years younger than me. She grew up just on the other side of the village long house from us.
I thought my joy had been perfected when I eventually left my parents and took my bride home to our new house for the first time. I was wrong. My joy had only begun. My wife had just blossomed into the perfect woman and only improved from there.
My joy increased every day and was multiplied with every child. We had four strong sons and two fine daughters at the start of my twenty-seventh winter… The winter that they came. The winter my joy first carried a cost.
They could have easily taken us all with very little fight. They had chosen instead to cull their numbers and test our will to live. They made sure that we knew we were under attack as some kind of sick game. The grotesque creatures seemed as though they had once been human. They had emaciated-looking limbs that carried them with surprising agility and possessed amazing strength. Their eyes were sunken and they had leathery skin showing wherever their tattered clothes allowed. Their black mouths gapped impossibly wide and were filled with needlelike teeth.
Even so, because we were armed while they were not, the fighting seemed somewhat even at first. We managed to kill at least one of theirs to each loss of ours. Little did we know… we were being herded.
The women, children, and men too old to swing a weapon had gathered in the longhouse as the men of fighting age fought on. I almost faltered seeing my own father’s head partially torn from his shoulders before a creature clamped its maw onto his neck and drank his fountaining life’s blood. I don’t know if it was terror or a desire to protect my remaining family that renewed my strength. Probably both, but I pressed their numbers with a berserker mentality.
Eventually, the carnage was nearly complete with only five of us left. Friends I’d known from birth lay in broken and bloody heaps. With bodies torn limb from limb, disemboweled or decapitated, and intermixed with the equally gruesome corpses of the disgusting creatures.
We lost two more as we took down their last… or so we thought.
As we stood panting at the door to the longhouse, three more appeared. They were different than the rest, seemingly human. I could somehow tell that they were not. Two females and a male with power emanating from them like a physical thing.
The three of us backed into the longhouse and tried to bar the door but it burst open and flung us far into the room. The women and children were screaming as the creature’s masters calmly entered. But a sudden calmness settled as the male uttered “Stop”.
We all stared as the male surveyed the room and gave a slight nod. I had a strange sense of foreboding as I watched the women reach behind their necks and release the buttons holding their garments together. As the dresses fell, exposing magnificent bodies I heard most of those in the room gasp.
The two females grinned and strode forward to stand in front of the closet men. They were the lucky ones as I had been thrown farther into the room by the doors bursting open. They were lucky because they wouldn’t have to suffer very long.
I watched as the men freed their growing cocks in hopes of receiving their unearned prizes. The women simply waited while the egger men moved forward to press against them. They were completely oblivious to the strangeness of the situation as well as the danger the women presented.
Regaining my feet, I shuffled forward as if to join them as the women turned the men’s necks to the side and sank their fangs into them. All four of them moaned in bliss as the women fed. I knew my friends were as lost as all the other men in our village. I was the only one left to defend the elderly, the women, and the children. Seventy-four lives depended on me.
It was with a sense of destiny that I swung my sword with every ounce of strength I had. I have no earthly way of knowing how I managed it. Just bad luck I suppose. But my wrist came to a bone-breaking stop, just before I was flung the entire length of the longhouse.
When I came to. I was naked and hung from the ceiling by my wrists. One of which was broken. Fortunately, I could keep most of the weight off them by reaching a tabletop with my tip-toes.
The physical pain was nothing compared to what I saw. I had a clear view of the room where all of the elder men and children except mine were lined up on one side and all of the women on the other. To my horror, my wife and children had been separated and were kneeling on the floor facing me. They were lined up behind the remains of what I had done. Four headless bodies lay in a pool of blood seemingly large enough to fill a horse trough.
A voice I didn’t know vibrated in my mind. It took me a moment to realize that I wasn’t actually hearing it with my ears. When I recognized its source, the man stepped out of the shadows to stand behind my wife.
“I was worried that I had hit you too hard. It would have been a shame to destroy you so quickly and without our having gotten to know each other.”
“Who are you? And why are you doing this to us?”
“My name is unimportant. You will know me as ‘Master’. As to why… To feed, of course.”
“Why eat people? Why not sheep or cattle or fish, like everyone else?”
A grating sound rasped across my brain causing an instant headache. The sound continued for several moments before I realized that he was laughing. Almost a minute later the sound slowed and then stopped. When it did the man spoke out loud.
“You believe that I am an ordinary human? If I was, would I be able to do this?”
Screams of terror tore from my throat as I watched him grab my youngest son by the hair and hoist him off the floor. Whatever trance he had been in broke the second he was lifted and he met my eyes with panicked pleading. His lungs filled in preparation to scream but he wasn’t given the time.
Fangs extended as the man’s mouth opened and he twisted my son’s head to the side. Less than a second later he bit into his neck with an explosion of blood, much like biting into an overripe fruit. I could do nothing but scream as I watched my son’s body pail and then shrivel. Within a matter of a few seconds, there was nothing left but skin-wrapped bones.
The man grinned at me with bloodied teeth and I watched his fangs recede. “Innocent blood is always sweet. It also carries the most power. But to be honest, I prefer drinking from my wives.” With that, he unceremoniously tossed my son’s corpse away to splat in the puddle of blood.
When I could no longer scream through my grief, the great racking sobs began.
Minutes later, through teary eyes I glanced at my beautiful wife as the man moved behind her again. It was then that I noticed the anguish in her eyes and the slight tremble in her limbs. She had known what was happening! Her mind was awake but her body was unable to move. I could see in her eyes that she was suffering as much as I was.
The man… thing, brushed her hair gently with his fingers and waited for me to look up. It took several minutes to find the strength. It was with pure rage that I finally met his eyes and he laughed again.
“You killed my brides, so I’m going to take yours.” With that, he drew my wife to her feet and began to undress her.
“NO! Please, just kill us all. We’d rather die than be made into those things!”
He just smiled over her shoulder at me as he continued with agonizingly slow progress and then spoke into her ear. “If I release you from your paralysis, will you cooperate?”
I watched my wife shudder before turning her head away while grabbing at her clothes to prevent further exposure. “Never! You killed my son!”
He let her pull herself away from him. But, she seemed to want to protect the rest of our children and only moved to position herself between them and the monster.
“Not even to save your own life?”
“No!”
“Not even to save the life of your husband and children?”
I knew her love of family would be her undoing. The moment the question was uttered, I knew she would sacrifice herself for us. She would endure any kind of torture for even the hope of saving us. I knew this because she and I were the same and I would do it without thought.
“You will let them live?”
“With your cooperation, I give you my solemn oath that I will let your remaining children and husband live.”
“You won’t harm them? You promise?”
“I will never lay a hand on your husband, nor any of your children. But only with your full cooperation. Your husband took my wives from me and I will most definitely destroy him utterly and make you watch as I feed from your children if you do not. You will give up your relationship with him to become my wife. Only when you are completely mine will my vow become sacrosanct.”
My wife’s resolve waivered momentarily and she looked at her feet while she considered her situation. It didn’t take her long to find her strength though. Turning she glanced at our children and then up at me. “I love you! I love you with my whole heart! I will never stop loving you but you know I have to do this.”
I knew her heart and knew her sacrifice wasn’t an attempt to hurt me but rather save me and our children. I had no choice, so I freed her of judgment on my part. “I do know, my love! This isn’t the way things are supposed to be but I would do the same.”
With that, she turned back to our destroyer. “I will cooperate.”
His smirk grew as he looked towards me speaking loud enough for everyone in the longhouse to hear but was obviously aiming his comments at my wife. “Do you remember how you were a few minutes ago? You could hear and see all that was taking place.”
In a whisper that was difficult for me to hear she nodded and said, “yes”.
“Louder. Everyone here must hear you if you want my promise to bare weight.”
“Yes.”
“What do you remember?”
“I remember being paralyzed but also being able to hear and see what was going on.”
“Do you acknowledge that everyone here can see and hear you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you cooperating of your own free will and without my abilities currently forcing you in any way?”
“I am cooperating of my own will, in exchange for your promise and for no other reason!”
“It matters not that you don’t like the choices available to you. It only matters that you are cooperating of your own will. If you renege during the process, you will become a mindless thrall and your family will die. Do you wish to continue?”
She looked at me for the longest time, allowing several tears to fall without attempting to hold them back. I believe that she was trying to build up the courage to say what we both knew she had to say. Eventually, she turned away from me and spoke defiantly. “Yes, I freely disavow the relationship I have so completely enjoyed with my husband. I also remove myself from the relationship I have had as the mother of my children whom I love beyond words. And although I despise your very existence, I freely accept my new role as your wife.”
The man that we would know only as Master simply nodded and motioned the love of my life to stand near my table. After she slowly made her way to where she was told, he informed the room that he would consummate their new union. While grinning up at me he told my wife to complete the removal of her clothes and then lay back on the table.
He looked up briefly into my eyes as he continued to explain, only he had gone back to speaking in my mind. In the meantime, once my wife had complied, he set to work on her body with his hands and mouth. Licking, kissing and caressing in ways that had been practiced over an unknown number of centuries.
“I want no doubts that I am doing this simply because I can. I could have fed from your whole village or allowed my thralls to consume you. Although there had been a time when I would have needed to feed daily, the truth is that I need very little sustenance. I am very old and very powerful.
“That wasn’t the case with my wives. They were turned a mere two hundred years ago and still required fresh blood. Very little to be sure, but enough that we still needed to raze a village from time to time. And the thralls were becoming too numerous. If one is allowed to exist too long they could eventually develop the ability to create more of their kind. That would draw too much attention. Because of that, I allowed you to kill them off for me. But, truthfully, I hadn’t expected you to survive.
“You are surprisingly strong of will. If not you wouldn’t have been able to move under the weight of my power. Nor would you be about to endure what I will bring upon you. You will suffer for taking my wives from me. Although, because of your strength, if I were in want of male companionship I could transform you into a master like myself. But neither of us have those particular appetites. At least I haven’t sensed any in you. Not that it matters, because I will find far more pleasure from your suffering than through friendship.
“So, here we are. I am going to take your wife and change her into a being like myself. You, however, are going to suffer for all of existence. I will start the change in you but deny you enough blood. You will exist and hear the thoughts of those who are near but will be unable to interact. Forever impotent while your former wife draws the life essence from her new lovers. Over time she will fuck thousands of men and women but will ache to make love to me above all others. This too is unnecessary. I could simply make her into what you know as, a vampire. But by beginning the process while in the throes of orgasm, she will crave sex as much as blood. It will also have the added benefit of causing you additional pain.”
While he spoke, I was provided a close and unobstructed view of all of his ministrations. I had little choice but to watch as her body slowly betrayed both of us. My wife’s will was almost strong enough, but after five or ten minutes of expert attention, I could tell she was becoming aroused.
For the next thirty minutes, I was shown exactly how inadequate my lovemaking had been. My wife was brought to the edge of orgasm and kept there until she was pleading to be fucked. Even then, Master continued to tease her for many long minutes before removing his clothes and offering himself to her. By then she was so desperate for release that she immediately grabbed his cock and pulled him to her opening. Only then did he smirk up at me while driving himself forward to the accompaniment of my wife’s very vocal expressions of pleasure.
She was driven to eight or ten orgasms over the next hour, most of which lasted several minutes each. The last one being the most intense and vocal of them all.
It was during that orgasm, the view of my wife’s body was finally partially blocked as Master leaned over her.
When she eventually guided her new mate from her neck to her mouth, I realized he had been feeding from her. They kissed for several minutes before she became lethargic and he allowed her to drift into sleep.
Without a word to me, he lifted her from the table, glanced at my children, and left. My children seemed to come out of their trances but followed him without complaint. It was several hours later when he returned and walked straight to me, hopped up on the table, and looked me in the eye.
“Your former wife is sleeping peacefully. I have begun the process of changing her. It will take several days to complete but you can’t stop it. She is now mine. Your children are where she is and are safe from me as promised. You are about to start the process also, only you won’t be allowed to feed. Oh, did I forget to mention to you that when she wakes her desire to feed will overpower even a mother’s love? When I said your children were safe from me, that didn’t include their mother. The last thing they will know is her betrayal.”
With his words, I put everything I had into an attempt to get at the man and was instantly stopped with a single blow to my solar plexus. My ability to breathe was completely interrupted as my entire complement of air exploded from my chest. I gasped in desperate attempts to inflate my lungs as Master cut me down and bit me.
I was left with the strength of a newborn kitten and was unceremoniously dragged from the room by my ankle. I found myself in a cramped box and just before the lid was sealed, he squeezed a single drop of blood from his finger to drip into my mouth.
That one drop was enough for me to know that life as I had known it was over. I spent the next twenty-four hours feeling my humanity leak away. About the time I thought I would die for real, the lid opened and I was yanked out. It was then that I realized my wrist and bruised organs had healed but it did me no good. I felt the sting of fangs almost instantly before being fed another single drop of blood and being returned to the box.
The process repeated itself a day later, leaving me torturously thirsty. I knew that blood would fix everything for me. If I could only get blood I would be as strong as Master.
That wasn’t going to happen.
What seemed like months later I finally heard her. The voice was disjointed and faint but strangely feminine. I didn’t recognize her until weeks later when her words had become clearer. My former wife sounded different in my head instead of hearing her with my ears. By then I had figured out that I couldn’t die of thirst or starvation but it certainly felt like I could. The lack of blood was simply leaving me impotent, as Master had put it. I was too weak to move, call out, or even scratch at the box I had been bound into.
It was explained to me that I would be forever encased below Master’s sleeping chamber. It having been described as being similar to a coffin gave my imagination hope, although, it didn’t last long.
The voice would speak to me from time to time. I found her words both comforting and agonizing. She told me how sorry she was for betraying our covenant and how she hated her new life. She also mourned with me after admitting that she had been too weak to keep from feeding on our children. Our oldest had survived but was now a thrall to her. We spent years grieving for all of them, especially our oldest.
To her, I was like some kind of anchor to her past. I gave her hope, while she stole mine. I tried to tell her how distasteful it was for her to recount the things she had to do. Especially the accounts of her agonizing thirst, and the things she did to help ease it.
Sometimes she would lose herself in her thoughts, not realizing that once she opened her link to me I could hear everything. During those times, her mental images would flood my mind and carry me along with her.
The easy part was enduring her blood thirst. I already suffered from it, but I was also granted temporary blessings by feeling her sate her needs. It was completely vicarious, but somehow over time, it helped me learn how to live without it. Part of it was age. Master, had hinted that the thirst would eventually ease and then be all but naught.
It was much harder to listen to her thoughts about her sexual encounters. At first, she felt guilty about being unfaithful to me. It seemed easy to forgive her back then because I could hear her pain and still feel her love for me. But all things become routine and it seemed to me that she started to deliberately describe things in more and more detail.
She never did realize that her sending me words as thoughts meant that I could also hear her internal dialog as well. It was crushing to me that she tried to spice up her exploits by edging closer and closer to deliberate cuckolding. I could forgive her while she was being forced but it became harder and harder to forgive as she progressed.
The hardest of all though was listening to her thoughts about Master. At first, she despised him, both regardless of and because of how much he could control her body. Then she began to recognize that she truly enjoyed his touch. She still hated him with a passion, but the passion was epic. I was forced to listen to and therefore experience her growing lust for him.
After a few centuries, she had forgotten how much she hated him and considered him her best sexual partner.
After about four hundred years or so she was settling in for one of their ‘naps’ and reminiscing about their latest sex session when I knew I had lost her forever. She realized that she was in love with him. That single moment sits in my memories, along with watching my father’s head be torn half off and Master sucking my youngest son dry.
There are too many memories that tie in with those to mention. If that isn’t enough, I have thousands that qualify as a close second. Watching my wife beg Master to sink his cock into her for the first time is just one of them.
Time continued to pass and I grew out of love with my ex-wife and then began to consider her to be one of my tormentors. Master would occasionally speak to me to describe some particularly despicable act as a means of causing pain. Usually to tell me about how far along the path of depravity his new wife had ventured.
He didn’t realize that she had been talking to me all along. She had been keeping secrets from him, and while I had grown to hate her, her duplicity gave me a semblance of hope. He also didn’t realize that I’d started to hear both of their thoughts, without their having initiated the process. Because of this, I overheard many discussions between them. I was indirectly taught that with age came power. I listened in as Master’s wife was declared a master in her own right.
Two master vampires living and hunting together would be impossible to stop if they were careful. And for the most part, they were. Their eventual undoing would ironically come from Master’s original choice to turn his bride into a slut.
It would seem that each master vampire develops their own set of powers and his wife’s thoughts were always on the subject of sex. Her nurturing the ability to seduce her prey should have been a forgone conclusion but Master underestimated her.
While he was a brute, living simply by force with no desire to improve. Mankind came to worship her in hopes of placating what they feared the most.
Master could unleash destruction with his easily created disposable army of thralls but his wife would never even allow them to mount a defense. She would sweep into a village or even a city and people would fall to their knees and beg to be given the honor of dying in her arms.
She came to be known by dozens of names, while Master never pursued a title. Being called a succubus was the least of her monikers. Most of the names were used in the form of worship. To people, she was a deity and Master slowly became relegated to being her protector, destroying those she was displeased with. Namely those she chose not to fuck.
As for me, they had forgotten about me for the most part. The only time either remembered my existence was when they moved their lair. I would be considered only long enough for them to be assured of my continued imprisonment before being forgotten again. What they hadn’t realized was that while my body may have continued to be little more than a shell, my mind had grown in power at the same rate as their own. Except I didn’t need to use most of my power to maintain a physical body.
The reason I was forgotten so completely was my choice. I had learned how to make subtle suggestions that they believed were their own ideas. If I didn’t have to listen to their attempts at tormenting me, I was allowed to listen to the rest of those around me. Yes, I could have simply suggested I be set free but after a millennium, I no longer thought of myself as a physical being. I was pure thought, while my body was useless. It was only a thing to house my mind in.
What I hadn’t realized was what it had meant to have the strength of will to overpower Master’s before I had even been transformed. And with time came power. In the beginning, he had hinted that I had the potential to become a master. And my failure to think of myself as a physical being allowed him to continue to exist. Which allowed him and his bride to commit atrocities throughout a large swath of history.
I spent my time listening and learning. As my mind expanded I could hear the minds of entire towns, and then regions, and eventually counties and beyond. What I learned was that people didn’t change much. They wanted the same things I had wanted as a man; love, companionship, and purpose.
As the millennia began to stack up, I realized several things. One was that Master and his wife were contrary to the natural order of things. Not because they killed things. Everything kills to eat. The problem was that they were killing for the sake of cruelty. They were also becoming sloppy and had allowed several young vampires to survive outside of their control.
The second was that the pair were far too powerful for humans to kill on their own. The young would be a large enough challenge. There was no chance they could defeat Master and his bride.
The third was that I would need to regain my body in order to kill them myself.
And lastly, and most importantly, was that the only blood I would be willing to take for that to happen was that of another vampire.
There would be no chance for a young one to get anywhere near the lair of the ancient ones unless they were at rest. When a vampire sleeps they use no resources but continue to age. So while it is true that they aren’t feeding they don’t need to. The tradeoff is slightly in the favor of the sleeper. And the benefit, at least in their minds, thanks to me, was that the benefit increased the longer they slept.
I began implanting hints that they deserved greater and greater power and the path to that power with the least risk was to sleep. Ten-year naps became fifty, and fifty-year naps grew into centuries. While they slept, I spent my time listening to, and prodding mankind to advance itself.
As each new discovery was uncovered my hope that humans would become strong enough to be my allies increased.
An inadvertent ally showed itself in the young, simply by existing. I had rarely heard of them surviving longer than a century or two and so I wasn’t worried about them getting out of hand. The most notable upstart and my biggest ally came in the form of Vlad the Impaler. He wasn’t even an actual vampire. He was just a truly despicable example of humanity. But when he became notorious, my plans started to take shape. With prodding, the legends of vampires grew quickly and spread worldwide.
Hiding the truth within stories allowed me to teach humans how to kill my kind. Mostly, it just required them to decide to fight. And while superstition brought on several techniques that were not actually helpful, awareness and fear stiffened their spins. The young ones quickly chose to either hide or were killed.
I prompted the ancients to hide as well until the fear abated and thus they chose to move us again and sleep for the next five hundred years. While they slept, I listened, prompted, and taught. Technology started to advance, giving rise to weapons that could be used by the common housewife to kill our kind. At least if she were to get lucky anyway. Of course, the militaries of the world could do so with greater ease. The risk had finally become too great for Master and his bride to hunt openly and I rejoiced!
My tormentors awoke unto what they perceived as an alien world. And while they knew nothing of how to hide in the new social order, I had been living it through the many minds that I listened to. Their confusion allowed me to prompt them with surprising ease.
Because of this, the world’s oldest and most overused whore would find instant adoration in the guise of a porn star. Of course, her ego required the usual trappings and a new mansion would be a fitting façade to hide our new lair.
I let the pair choose the architect and design that would be the method of my rebirth, while I spent my time insinuating myself into the minds of the builders. They became an extension of my will and as such, vessels for the task of teaching me how to walk and talk again.
The hardest part of my plan was to convince the ancients to take a short three-month ‘vacation’ in our new vault. They would be safe while their magnificent new home was built above us. And they wouldn’t have to risk exposure living in hotels.
I almost didn’t succeed… almost.
I finally nudged them into chat rooms that were heavy with discussions on how it seemed that all big celebrities mysteriously disappeared from time to time. If I had eyes at the time I would have rolled them as I used one of her many new fans to convince the celebrity whore to vanish one last time.
As my jailers willed their minds into dormancy a few inches above me I took over the minds of several construction workers. They would have no memory of carefully driving a #18 rebar through twenty feet of soil into the chests of two sleeping vampires and a few inches beyond.
Had they been simply sleeping like a human, they would have transmuted themselves into vapor and killed their attackers. Unfortunately for them, I was showered with the blood of two ancient master vampires.
My first taste of blood in almost six thousand years can’t possibly be described in words. Especially since it carried enough power to more than double my own.
Although, having suddenly returned to physicality, I found myself confused at first. I felt momentarily trapped in the physical body that I now had, and almost fled the vault simply to escape. Thankfully, I regained the presence of mind to break through the layer of wood between myself and my former tormentors. Once through, I drained the remainder of their blood, tore off their heads, and removed their hearts.
Once completed, I spent a frustrating half-hour learning how to transform myself into vapor. Knowing I had a ‘mist form’ and knowing how to take that form isn’t the same thing.
By the time I’d figured it out, the construction workers had removed the rebar, allowing me to pour twenty gallons of gasoline down one of the holes. And once the fire had burned itself out I returned to my cell, gathered all the ash, and had the holes filled with concrete.
Had my jailers been young ones I would have felt confident I’d finished my quest but these were ancients. I took the ashes to the nearest church and had the remains consecrated before taking them out to sea.
As the last bits of dust settled into the waves, I looked back at the city on the shore, thinking about what would come next.
I was a man again… kind of. All I wanted now was to find love, companionship, and purpose.
I could find purpose easily enough. I could hunt down all the young ones, but why? They would survive as long as they were wise enough to be subtle. That would be a false quest on my part and I couldn’t fathom attempting a relationship with one of them. I wouldn’t be able to abide by what they had done to survive. Loving one was out of the question.
Any companionship I found with a human would be layered with secrets. And finding love would only lead to pain at her eventual loss.
All along my life’s journey, I had believed that I could eventually change the outcome of Master’s arrival. I had been so very wrong. Even with his destruction, I will continue to suffer throughout my existence.
For I am well and truly alone.
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