Esther's Progeny
Authors: Alicia J. Love
Esther’s
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Esther moved along with the beat, feeling the music
reverberating in her very soul. She swayed back and forth along with the sea of
sweaty dancers surrounding her, and smiled sickly to herself. Her long, dark
red hair fell over her eyes as she scanned the crowd.
Men and women danced all around her, their bodies drenched
in sweat, their heart rates elevated. Esther could hear each and every one of
them, her body swaying to the sound of the many heart beats that filled the
room. She could smell their hormones, each of them dripping with lust and
excitement, their need for sex pouring out of their pores.
She was drunk with the smell, her arousal intense as she
slowly moved through the crowd, seeking out her prey. She was looking for her
new progeny, her new lover, her next companion in this long, long life. She
smelled each of the men and women as she slipped by them, surveying them
closely with her dark, blackened eyes that hid behind the curtain of her hair.
Suddenly, she smelled fear coming from nearby. The intense
feeling was intriguing, and she looked over at a young woman standing still a
few feet from her. She was staring at Esther with a panicked look, and as Esther
moved closer, she realized what she was.
A Witch, in this God forsaken night club, staring right at
her. She came to this club often, as did many of her kind, and wondered what in
God’s name a Witch would be doing here. She looked at the young Witch and
smiled, flashed her pointed teeth for the woman to see.
The young woman gasped, and moved to turn, her fear peaking
as she fled.
Esther relished her scent, loving her intense fear, her
predatory instincts taking over as she effortlessly moved through the swaying
bodies towards the fleeing woman. She felt her lust for the girl as she followed
her heartbeat, even more elevated than those of the people dancing around her.
She then saw the woman’s long, brown hair flowing behind
her, and grabbed it, pulling her to the nearest wall so fast that no one in the
crowd even noticed her. She slammed the woman up against the wall, punching the
wall next to her head and leaning in, breathing right in her ear as she
whispered.
“What are you doing here? Your kind are not welcome in this
place,” She said seductively, breathing deeply as she sensed the young woman’s
fear pulsing through her.
As she leaned in close, she could smell everything on the
woman, from her shampoo to her laundry detergent, as well as the fresh scent of
her womanhood.
“It seems you are not only a Witch, but a virgin as well,”
She almost giggled as her lust took over.
She slowly licked the woman’s cheek, and felt her shudder.
She reveled in the feeling of dominating this Witch. She watched as the woman
trembled, and asked her again.
“I asked you what you were doing here, Witch. Your kind are
not welcome here.”
She opened her mouth as if to speak, but only a squeak
managed to escape.
Esther smiled, sucking in the scent of the Witch’s fear like
it was crack. She nuzzled the Witch’s neck, inhaling deeply as she smelled her
hair.
“Witches aren’t welcome in this club,” She whispered
seductively.
“What are you talking about?” She managed to cry.
Esther pulled back, looking at the woman curiously. She saw
the truth in her eyes, and was taken aback. She wasn’t a Witch? Then what was
she? She certainly looked like a Witch, and smelled like a Witch. As Esther
leaned closer, she closed her eyes, allowing her senses to tell her the truth.
There it was, a hint of something else. A Witch, but not a Witch.
She opened her eyes, astounded at this new, unfamiliar
something that stood before her.
“So, not a Witch?” She said, running her hands through the
trembling girl’s hair.
“So then what are you?” She asked.
The young woman looked at her incredulously, and Ester
realized that she might not even know that she was different.
“I—I don’t know, I am human!” She cried.
Tears streamed down her face as she gave Esther a pleading
look. Ester had sensed it, though. The little trace of doubt as she spoke her
words.
“You don’t know what you are?” She asked, genuinely
intrigued by this strange girl.
“I—I swear to you, I am human,” She said once more, looking
down.
The crowd of people continued to sway behind them and they
could both feel the beat of the music in their feet as it bumped loudly into
the club. The lights flashed around them, and in the midst of the flickers of
fear she saw a flicker of something else on the woman’s face. Relief, she
realized, and she felt the woman suddenly relax.
“You are lying, you know you are different. You know you are
not human. But why the sudden change in attitude? You seem to have calmed
down,” Esther said quietly in the girl’s ear.
“You aren’t going to hurt me,” She replied quietly.
“And what would make you believe that?” Ester asked.
“I—I saw it,” She replied, her voice cracking as she
admitted something she had never admitted before.
Esther pulled back and looked at the girl right in her eyes.
A Seer? But no one had seen a Seer in over a century. They had been hunted,
along with the Witches, and the last of their line had been burned at the
stake. She had been there, at the trial, when the last of the Seer was burned.
She had only been a child at the time, but her line was eradicated completely.
Yet, here this woman was, standing before her, with the
ability to see the future. She bit her lip, her excitement growing. There were
legends of the different powers of the Seer, and also legends on what a Seer
could become if she mixed with some other supernatural being. As she recalled
the different mixes, the girl suddenly sucked in her breath, gasping.
“No, I don’t want to become a Vampire,” She said
desperately.
Esther smiled as the girl once again saw what was to come.
She licked her lips greedily as she studied the girl before her. She just hoped
that she would be able to survive the transformation.
She reached out, pinching the nerve in the girl’s shoulder
as she slumped over, and then carried her with ease, swiftly out of the club
and down the road. When she reached her car, she popped the trunk, placing the
unconscious girl gently inside.
“I don’t actually care if you want to become a Vampire or
not, little Seer. I am going to turn you regardless. Best not to fight,” She
whispered.
She then closed the trunk and got behind the wheel, beginning
her journey home where the Seer would become hers.
Esther paced in the living room of her mansion, waiting for
sounds from the unconscious Seer upstairs.
A Seer, she had found a Seer. She couldn’t believe her luck
as she paced, a wicked smile on her face.
The girl was pretty, too. And smart, from what Esther had
gathered. She had been dressed conservatively for the club, and Esther had been
able to smell the slightest hint of ink and paper from her fingertips.
Esther figured she was a college student, probably pressured
by her friends to go out to the club. Her reluctance to go out that night had
been accurate in more ways than one, Esther mused as she licked her lips.
She continued to pace across her living room, circling her
large, white sofa and loveseat that filled the room. She was anxious, a feeling
she hadn’t felt in decades, and she could almost see the path she was carving
out in her white, cashmere area rug.
She sighed, moving over to the white table that faced the
wall of windows, and took a seat. She looked out over the dark sea, the starlit
night sky reflecting in the shifting waters. It was so dark that she couldn’t
tell where the sky ended and the ocean began.
She opened the laptop that was on the desk, waiting for it
to awaken impatiently. She then searched the web for anything and everything
she could find on Seers, but to no avail. The real thing had died out so long
ago that the internet was full of myths and legends, as well as plenty of game
references.
She sat back, reflecting on all of the rumors about crossing
a Seer with a Vampire.
Cross species were forbidden on so many levels, but there
were plenty of them in the world, anyway. The benefits of crossing two
supernatural beings together were almost inconceivable.
She had met a man once, who had been a Witch in his mortal
life, and had then been unwillingly turned into a Vampire. He had extraordinary
powers.
He had all of his Witch powers, as well as the powers of a Vampire.
He also ended up with a special gift, one the world hadn’t seen before. He
could use his Witch powers without a spell or a ceremony. Normally, for a Witch
to invoke their powers, they were required to go through a long and complicated
ritual, using tools and calling on the spirits to aid them. This man, however,
could make things happen with a flick of his finger. He was powerful and
immortal, and even most supernatural beings saw him as a God.
The combination of a Vampire and a Seer had never actually
happened, or at least not that Esther had ever heard of. There were rumors that
such a combination would create the most powerful being in existence.
Esther felt herself actually tremble with excitement,
something that hadn’t occurred in as long as she could remember. Being over two
hundred years old, she rarely felt much out of life. Life got rather boring
when you had done everything there was to do.
She closed her eyes, feeling the emotions she hadn’t felt in
so long, relishing them. She had forgotten what it felt like to get excited. It
was almost foreign, like she was tripping on some new kind of drug, suddenly
feeling after so long.
She opened her eyes, glancing up at the ceiling, wondering
what would come of her new progeny, sleeping soundly above her head. She
wondered what kind of powers she would have after Esther turned her.
She felt her mouth tingle in anticipation, and suddenly she
could hear the girl’s mortal blood pumping through her body. She hissed,
wanting to consume the girl above her. She needed to wait, though. She needed
to know a bit more about this girl before she turned her.
A new Vampire can be very hard to communicate with, and she
might be completely unreachable during the first few months. Esther needed to
learn about this girl’s family, and figure out where she came from. She might
not be the only Seer.
The Seer was a bloodline, and she might have siblings that
were also Seer. Esther needed to know, thoughts of a Seer-Vampire cross species
army flitting through her head. She would be invincible.
She grinned wickedly, licking her lips at the thought. She
looked up again, wondering when the Seer would awaken. She strained her ears
for sound, only to be once again greeted by the blood pumping rhythmically
through the girl’s veins.
Her hunger became almost overwhelming, and she realized that
she needed to feed before confronting this girl. She couldn’t create a cross
species Vampire if the Seer was dead, after all.
She stood, leaving the living room and heading down into the
cellar. She opened the door slowly, revealing the naked woman sitting,
shackled, inside. The woman screeched, backing into the corner as the door
opened.
Esther came in, leaving the door open, and unshackled the
woman from the wall. She picked up the woman with ease, looking into her eyes.
“Calm down, I am your friend, your lover, and you want me to
drink from you,” she said smoothly, her voice like silk as she Glamoured the
woman.
The woman instantly relaxed, smiling at Esther and leaning
in to kiss her.
Esther carried the woman with Vampire speed to the bedroom,
laying her down on the bed. She quickly removed her clothes, joining the woman
in her nakedness.
She lay down on the bed beside her mesmerized lover, and
began to kiss her neck.
The woman shivered and moaned beneath her, and Esther moved
her hand south, giving the woman what she wanted.
She then opened her mouth wide, biting into the woman’s
flesh, feeling the blood gush into her mouth. She groaned, still pleasing the
tense, shaking woman with her hand, allowing her Vampire venom to intoxicate
her.
As the venom rushed through the woman’s body, she suddenly
relaxed, moaning even louder than before, begging for her to bite her harder as
they continued to make love, and Esther continued to feed on her.
When they had finished, she pricked her finger on her sharp
teeth, allowing a few drops of blood to fall onto the open wound on the woman’s
neck. It sealed instantly, and the woman looked at her lovingly.
“Why do I have to go back into the cellar?” She asked,
obviously tired from their experiences.
“Because, love, my Glamour wears off and then you become
scared again,” Esther replied, picking the weak woman up again.
“I am not scared of you, silly,” The woman said.
“I love you.”
Esther laughed, looking down at the woman as she carried her
back down to the cellar.
“You don’t love me, sweetie, you just think you do,” She
said.
She set the woman down in the cellar, shackling her hands
once again.
“Maybe I wouldn’t be so scared if I wasn’t locked down
here,” She said.
“But I like locking you down here,” Esther replied, laughing
as she shut the door behind her.
She heard the woman begin to sob, and smiled wickedly to
herself.