Splurge (3 page)

I grabbed the doorknob, and turned it. Suddenly, I was hit by a tidal wave of blood that exploded—as soon as I opened the door! It was like a smack in the face with an explosion of blood.

The wave of blood dragged me away all around the mansion. It felt like I was in an ocean of blood.

I lost consciousness. I eventually woke up floating around the mansion. I don’t know how long I was out, but I started to swim to find a way out.

Suddenly, I was pulled way under the blood, and my leg was released, and I rose from under. I gasp for air and my eyes were closed.

As soon as I opened my e
yes, I found myself on my back,
on the bed unharmed. Thunder was still roaring, and lightning lit up the room when it struck.

I had gotten up and found the man was dead on the floor next to me. It seemed like I was gone forever, but it must have been just minutes.

I knew there was no turning back now. I paid big bucks for this and I decided to continue. I just had to finish it. This place was screwed up, but it was harmless.

I walked upstairs to see if I could find the other humans I paid for. As I was near an open door, there stood a woman robed in black waiting for me.

She spoke. “I am a
whore;
you may look, and indulge if you dare.” She was beautiful, and obviously sick in the head.

She had long blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and light delicate skin.

I didn’t hesitate to sink my teeth into her neck, and indulged in her blood.

She was absolutely delicious. When I finished with her, I let go of her, and she dropped to the floor. I fell into my trance soon after.

I was falling. I landed on the floor, and I was na
ked on the floor,
supported by cushions of silk with roses spread all around.

The room was misty and mysterious. I waited for a moment and wondered what I was going to experience next.

Many men and women came out of the mist. All of them were nude, and covered in blood. The women were beautiful, and the men were very sexy.

Some came out in couples, and there were groups of three.

They surrounded me. They started foreplay with each other. I really wanted to join
in;
however, a force was holding me back.

I could not move around. I was able to move my arms and legs, but I was unable to get up and walk about.

So I was forced to watch as two men fondled a woman. I saw two women pleasuring each other. Two women were kissing, and caressing each other all over.

Two other women were pleasuring one man. I could not move, and I wanted to sink my
pink fangs into all of them. I wanted to taste their blood.

I had no choice but to endure this. I never felt so lustful. It was pure pleasure, and I
couldn’t be
a part in. This was a total rip off.

I finally was awakened from my trance. I didn’t know how much more I could take. I ran towards the front door.

I just had to leave this bordello. When I reached the exit the vampire man was waiting for me. He spoke. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”

I thanked him, but told him that it wasn’t for me.

The place was a nightmare. I guess happy trances were not guaranteed. As I walked out of the door it was still very dark and stormy.

I made my way deep into the dark forest. I managed to find a place to sit, and plan what I would do next.

I had all the time in the world and I was mostly wondering where my next feed would come from.

I finally decided to leave my spot. I wandered the forest all night. I didn’t know where I was going to go. I was lost.

The morning finally arrived, and I was carelessly walking, and hoping to find someone to feed on.

Before I could get away, I was caught up in a haze of sunshine. I was surprised at how fast the sun blazed.

I was trying to find a way out of the sunshine, but I was blinded by the blaze. I saw a misty haze. I started to panic.

If I fell asleep, I could be eaten by wolves or bears. I wasn’t sure what to do. Everything looked the same.

Trees were taller than normal, as if the trees were looking down on me, and it felt like the trees were out to get me.

Birds were flying over the forest like dragons waiting to feed on me.

I felt as if the sunlight was an evil force, and wanted me dead for sure, but deep down I knew it was just natural for the sun to weaken me physically.

I felt very slumberous. My breathing was heavy. My eyes were half open, and I was staggering to get out of the haze.

Like slow motion, I saw myself collapse on the wet forest ground.

Before I knocked out completely, I felt frost on the ground, however, it wasn’t enough to wake me up, and revive me.

I had eventually woken up. I found myself on a brown worn-out looking couch. I was in the living room of an old fashion looking cabin.

I was covered in raggedy blankets. The room was well lit by candles. Even though it was still daylight outside, the curtains were closed, keeping the sun out of the cabin.

I was hungry again. I could hear voices in the kitchen nearby.

Food was being prepared. I wasn’t a
monster;
I wasn’t going to do what I pleased anymore. I decide to not feed on just anyone.

After all someone had saved my life. I could’ve been beating up by some wild animal, while I was asleep.

My experience at the bordello helped me make my decision, but I was concerned I
might change my mind.

The longer I waited, the hungrier I got. I couldn’t just leave, since it was sunshine outside, I felt trapped yet safe.

I kept my eyes closed as a voice made its way near me. It was a
gentle
and kind voice. I heard the voice of an elder man.

The elder man approached me. He put his hand on my forehead, to feel my temperature, and he must have been convinced I was fine. It definitely would have been weird for him to feel an ice cold forehead, like some vampires had.

I opened my eyes. The elder man looked at me in surprise. “You were very lucky young lady. I found you out cold, and with that sunshine, I’m surprised you didn’t burn red. When you’re ready, come and join my wife and
me
for some nourishment. We would like to help you gain your strength back young lady.” He said.

I thanked the elder man. I acted as if I was weak, just for the sake of being an attention seeker that I was at times.

The elder man made his way back to the kitchen, and I decided to get up slowly, and
join him like he asked.

I slowly made my way down the hallway of the old-fashioned cabin, to the kitchen. The floors crackled as I walked toward the kitchen, and I knew that they could hear me coming.

It was so awkward. The pictures that were on the wall were very romantic. The elder couple obviously lived a long romantic life. The pictures showed what looked like their honeymoon.

There were pictures of them with their children no doubt. I saw two boys and three girls, and I hoped that they were not still living with their parents, just in case I couldn’t control my urge.

I had to find the will to control my urges because these people saved my life and I respected the fact.

The elder man was apparently in the
Second World War
, which looked like he was a war hero according to all the pictures that I was looking at.

The pictures looked very patriotic. I was actually envious looking at the pictures of the elder man and his elder wife, thinking that I wanted the same life for myself.

I suddenly started to wonder what the
elder’s
man’s blood would taste like.

It was happening again.
It was m
y usual urge to splurge, beautiful, sweet, warm, blood. Not here not now. I had to stop it. I finally entered the kitchen.

The elder man welcomed me to sit down, and I accepted. The elder woman smiled, and welcomed me to her home.

The kitchen was very old-fashioned. It kind of reminded me of something from the 1800’s.

There was a wooden stove. The kitchen table was also wooden. Candles were lit on top of the table, and on the kitchen counters, which were also made of wood.

Seriously, who were these people? I wondered. The table was full of food. It was looking like a feast.

The elder couple took pride in preparing their meals.

T
here was a great big cooked ham on the table.

There was a turkey, with cooked sweet potatoes with maple syrup, baked vegetables on the side, gravy, freshly made buns, buttery corn on the cob, red and white wine already poured into glass jars ready to drink, and I couldn’t guess what the occasion was.

The elder man told me to help myself to anything that I wanted. I told the elder man that
I was actually not hungry. The elderly woman encouraged me to eat, nut I just said that I was tired. The elder woman asked me where I was going when I passed out, but I simply told
her
and the elder man that I could not remember anything that happened, and that I was lost.

The elder man offered me to stay until I could remember what happened, and where I was going, and I accepted.

I mentioned the pictures on the walls that I was observing, and the elder couple began to reminisce about their lives.

The elder woman spoke mostly about her kids, and how they grew up, and moved on with their own families. The families would occasionally visit.

The conversations we had were very interesting. The elder man spoke about how he killed many Nazis during the
Second World War
.

He was definitely a war hero, he bragged about how he rescued many of his men while the Nazis held them as prisoners.

He said that one by one, he slit the throats of every Nazi he snuck up on.

Eventually, he killed the final Nazi, and rescued his men. He carved one of the Nazis up, with his knife on the Nazis body, and it read like this:
“
vampire
” right on the Nazis chest. The elder man described the Nazis as vampires and evil. I didn’t take offence to that.

The Nazis were evil, but were us vampires evil? Maybe some vampires were evil and maybe some were not. The elderly couple had no form of entertainment. There was no internet, and no television.

Continuous conversations was
the only entertainment for the night. The elder man eventually started a fire in the
fireplace, which
was right next to us by the wooden table. I really loved the stories he told.

The night came, and it got late. The elderly man and woman showed me to a bedroom, and they eventual
ly made their way to bed.

I was
on the bed, and just stared at the ceiling. I had no idea what I was going to do next. I had a lot of time to kill before the elders woke up in the morning.

I should have left during the night. I think I overstayed my welcome.

The floors crackled as I made my way to the kitchen as the elders slept. I was debating if I should leave or not.

After all, they were very good to me. The only problem was I was getting hungry—fast. I thought it would be a good idea if maybe I left before the elders woke up, but then I thought I didn’t want them to worry.

I made my way back to the bedroom. I paced back and forth the entire night. Morning had finally come.

I was thankful the curtains were all closed throughout the place. I walked down to the kitchen, and found the elder woman sitting at the table. She welcomed me to sit down, and I told her that I felt weak.

She told me to eat something, but I explained to her that I was more thirsty than hungry.

We just sat there in the kitchen. The elder woman told me her husband had gone out hunting for deer. After the elder woman finished up her breakfast, I got up and followed her to the living room.

We sat down and she asked about me. She wanted to know if I could remember anything that happened before I passed out, but I lied.

I told her that I was with my boyfriend, and a few friends and that we were partying in
the forest hours before. I told her that I had too much to drink, and had passed out, and couldn’t remember anything else after that.