Once Bitten Ch. 04

Author's Note

This is a work of fiction, all characters are above the age of 18. Special thanks to XiraeK for help with editing.

This next chapter we see that Tom's changes and specifically his bite of Trish has accelerated things surrounding him. We see a bit behind the curtain and experience a few different points of view. Changes in point of view are marked with bolded titles.

Hope you enjoy the story, the action picks up immediately from the previous chapter.

Hank

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Tom - His apartment

I pushed Desiree away from my leaking cock head, "Wait," I growled, "Wait a goddamn minute."

My eyes looked around wildly. Trish was passed out, her body shaking, her eyes rolled up so I could see the whites. Tiff was shifting to her knees, looking at me, then at Trish. Desiree backed away from me, lifting her eyes to mine, then down to the shuddering form of Trish on the bed.

"Fuck Tom," Desiree cursed, "What did you do?"

"Wait," I said in confusion, "How do you know my name?"

I recalled the last time I saw Desiree was through Tiff's eyes. I had shifted into Tiff's form this morning, after we had the most delicious fuck, then I walked around the building to Desiree's apartment. In Tiff's body, I had enjoyed a decadent threesome with Desiree and her husband Jake but I'd never seen her or introduced myself as Tom.

Desiree just stared at me for a moment, then rolled her eyes. She looked over at Tiff who was looking back and forth at Desiree and I. I didn't know if they were already friends, but Tiff seemed very comfortable and familiar with this new person barging into my roommates bedroom.

"Check on Trish," Desiree directed Tiff, "Might be venom" she stated as she put her hand on her hip and looked at me, "Do you really think we'd let a newly reborn incubus operate unsupervised among the mundane?"

"Wait, what?" I asked, then saw Jake duck through the door frame and into Trish's room.

"What's the problem, De?" he said, then noticed me and held out his hand, "Jake, ogre."

"Um, Tom..." I stammered, now even more confused, but gripped his hand in mine.

"He probably bit her," Desiree said tilting her head at me, with a roll of her eyes, "I think she'll be fine, but we may need some special help."

Jake squeezed my hand, "Damn, Tom, you do like it fast don't you,"

Jake then slid up beside Tiff and started to examine Trish who at least had stopped seizing and was breathing normally. I looked over at Desiree who was looking up with one hand on her hip, and tapping her manicured nail on her bottom lip.

"Concentrate Tom," she said, "I know you must be a bit upset, but this is important. One fang or two?"

"Um, two," I said, running a hand over my head, as I thought back, "Definitely both fangs, and then I felt a jet of fluid stream into where I bit her."

"Hmmm" she thought to herself.

The room was bathed in a flash of light, and then Samantha appeared. I suppose she was too important for doors.

"Is the apartment door closed, Jake?" Samantha asked impatiently, and got a nod from Jake, before he leaned into Trish and put his ear to her chest.

"Good," then she turned to Desiree, "De, can you ensure the Trish is cared for, you might want to take the four of you to the enclave for now."

"Certainly Sammi," De said.

Desiree started chanting and waving her arms, Magick swirled from her fingertips as her eyes rolled back into her head. Then with a pulse like a bubble expanding the four others glowed then flashed out of the room, and the bubble popped. I blinked and shook my head then looked over at Sammi.

"This is my fault, Tom," she started, turning on her heel to head out of my room, "Take a quick shower and dress, please. I know my way around."

I shook my head. My thoughts filled with shock, frustration, and fear. Along those negative feelings I was also floating on a wave of euphoria, I felt alive and energized. For all the craziness I had gone through, it also felt strangely familiar. At the same time my mundane worries of job, career and money were fading, even as my control over those seemingly important things was slipping.

I decided to trust what Sammi was telling me, and washed up quickly in the shower then dressed in my new clothes, and came back into the living room. I could see Samantha pacing in the kitchen, opening up cupboards and obviously looking for something.

"Don't you have any liquor?" she asked as she smiled at my return.

"I have a few bottles in the pantry," I said, "over at the end."

She leaned into that and then plucked out a bottle, one at a time, until she settled on a half-filled bottle of vodka.

"I'm not really wanting to have a drink," I said, imagining she wanted to settle my nerves over a few shots of Stoli.

"Oh, we're not going to drink this." She said and smiled.

I blinked at her, as she started stuffing what appeared to be a strip of one of my sheets into the mouth of the bottle.

"Is that my..." I started, then closed my mouth and turned back to my room.

"You don't have any real treasures do you?" she asked, as she finished stuffing in the linen.

"Um... no?" I replied.

She started opening up drawers, and I noticed that she had opened up any remaining windows and I felt a light cross-breeze through the apartment.

"Lighter?" she asked looking up at me.

"Just next to the dishwasher," I started and she tugged it open and lifted a lighter triumphantly.

"Great, you may want to head towards the door." She said.

She flicked the wheel, then held the flame under the end of the combustible material until it caught. It started to burn slowly. She grabbed a bottle of tequila from the cupboard and tossed it out into the living room where it shattered and sprayed flammable liquid over my sofa and rug. She then took my hand, and led me out.

"We're going to leave your car, Tom." she said, as she smiled, "say goodbye to your old life."

I felt a flash of heat as the vodka bottle erupted inside my door. I ducked forward then the world vanished. We pulsed for a second then the world reappeared in a clearing of a deep green forest.

"Wait," I shouted, "Fuck Sammi, what about Trish? That was her apartment too."

"Well," Sammi started, "No, there is too much, I'll need to sum up."

"Do you always quote movies?" I asked, irritated.

"Trish is like you," Sammi started, "She needed to be awoken, and now that you have done that chore for me, she will need a new life. Just like you."

"This makes no fucking sense," I cursed in frustration.

"Look, a reawakening needs to be planned and executed." Samantha said, as she tried to breathe patiently. "Your own was months in planning, once we identified that you were fae."

I blinked curiously, "You knew about me for that long?"

"Of course," she said, "You don't think aeternal beings recklessly go around infecting people with our venom without planning, do you? We are not children."

I gritted my teeth, as apparently I was a child having bitten my roommate in a fit of lust.

"Tom," she grabbed my hands, "Take a breath. You are proceeding much faster than we planned. You weren't supposed to activate Trish for at least a week. Your growth is beyond what we have experienced, and we need to find out more about who you were."

"Will Trish be okay?" I asked, "She was looking pretty bad."

"She is fine,"Sammi assured me, "Would you like to go see her, before I take you to your new home?"

"Yes," I said, swallowing a lump in my throat, "I didn't want to hurt her."

"You didn't harm her at all," Sammi said, taking my hand, "You've freed her."

She led me through the brush and onto a well kept path. I heard the sound of cars and traffic, but all around us was trees and bushes, with this well kept path curving along broad lawns, illuminated in the darkness with lights on lamp posts.

"Where are we?" How far did we travel?

"Still in town, just in the park," she said without any specifics.

I knew what she meant by the park, and looked around as I recognized landmarks. She led me to one of the many buildings towards a pavilion, then steered me down a short path that deadened into a wall of the ornate renaissance styled building.

"Um," I said confused, "I thought you were taking me to see Trish."

"Well," Sammi started and leaned into me, "I thought we could have a little rendezvous, just moi et vous."

I rolled my eyes, and she laughed then pulled on a part of the lattice causing part of the wall to recede, then the door slid open revealing a passageway.

"Right this way," she said, pulling me inside, "Trish is having a bit of a rest, but you'll be able to see she's just fine."

We continued through the passages, and turned into a nook. The decor was very homey, with lots of plants and natural effects, the sound of water rippled through speakers. Trish was curled into a nest like bed, and sleeping.

The flesh of her peaceful face was a few shades darker and her pointed ears were poking through her hair. Little antennae were also sprouting from her scalp, and her delicate wings were coming in nicely.

"Wait, what?" I thought to myself.

Nothing about the scene was normal, but my mind was treating it as normal.I suddenly felt very tired, and I had no place to sleep, or home to go to. I sighed loudly.

"What's the matter, Tom?" Samantha asked with a hint of concern.

"I'm a bit overwhelmed," I answered, "Everything here seems normal, and at the same time completely fucking insane."

She nodded softly, letting me continue.

"Trish looks completely at peace,' I said, "Exactly as I would expect a reborn brùnaidh should look."

I paused and looked at her for a moment.

"And I don't even know what a FUCKING BRÙNAIDH IS!" I growled.

"Well it's another name for a brownie Tom," She explained with the grin.

She shook her head slowly and placed her hand on my chest, which calmed me as she looked at me earnestly, "You've had a very busy day, and getting good rest is part of the process. Let's find you a place here for the night."

"Why here?" I asked, "Beside the fact that my apartment is a smoking ruin?"

"You need to be supervised, Tom," she said simply, "We only set up one place for you. It wouldn't be responsible to put a blooming incubus in a hotel. People here can help you, and keep you out of trouble."

"So I'm a menace? A monster?" I asked looking at the floor.

"Not at all, Tom." she said, and held her hand to my cheek.

"It's only been a day, you have so much more to remember, to relearn." She continued, "You will be magnificent once the process is complete."

She took my hand, and strode down the hall. She passed a huge purplish ogre bull and waved down the hall.

"Can I use 12, Ozug?" she called continuing down the hallway.

"No, that's taken," Ozug rumbled, "You can put him in 9, anything special?"

"No," Sammi said, "Just for the night, I'll come get him tomorrow."

"You're the boss, Sammi," said Ozug and paged through his magazine.

She opened the door and led me in, while I was still looking at the hulking ogre and then back at Sammi's small delicate form. Then I was in what was for all intents and purposes, a hotel room. She turned me around to face her, and looked up at me calmly.

"Strip, Sleep." she said, "In that order. No questions, no discussions, no complaints. I'll come fetch you in the morning.

She raised one eyebrow waiting until I nodded.

"Yes, ma'am." I slurred, already feeling the fatigue set in,

She covered her nose and mouth, then with a nod, vanished. It was only then that I noticed the fog in the room, and inhaled the sweet scent of violets. I stripped sluggishly, even removing my boxers. The last thing I felt was my face falling into the soft pillow before I fell asleep.

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Sammi

"How long will the tranq fog last?" I asked Ozug, my manicured fingers running over his muscled forearms.

"Twelve hours, just like you asked for," Ozug said and attempted a grin.

An ogre's smile could be interpreted as a lifelong malicious intent in fourteen different geographies, but I knew what he meant to convey. I leaned over and brushed my lips against his cheek.

"Thank's love," I simpered, giving a cute smile, "That will be perfect."

I walked down the hall into the break area and tarted fixing myself a cup of tea, as I processed the mess the day had become. I spied De and Jake sitting at one of the tables and walked to join them. De had shifted into her normal wood nymph form, her brown flesh glimmering as she smiled at Jake. Jake had grown a bit as he relaxed in his more normal ogre form. His caste wasn't as rustic as Ozug, but was still a powerful figure. De smiled as I approached and tapped an empty chair in invitation.

"So..", I asked, "what happened? How did it get out of control."

"Well it was going just perfectly," De said with a grin, "I was looking forward to another helping of Tom, when he went and bit Trish about four days too soon."

"Technically it would have been your first helping," I said with a look which reminded her that her first encounter was with Tom in Tiff's body, "Where is Tiff, anyway?"

"She just had to pee," De said, "And yes, I gave up the game when I called him Tom. I'm sorry."

"At that point," I said, "It was moot, we needed to intervene anyway. Do be careful in the future though."

She nodded and we waited for Tiff to return, and I sipped my tea. I went back through the basics of our plan. Tiff had moved in a few months ago. So she was on station when we installed Trish in Tom's apartment. After she had settled, De and Jake moved into the adjacent apartment. The coverage was perfect. Everything was going as planned until Tom's bite.

Tiff slipped back into the room, the perfect picture of an oceanid, more commonly referred to as a water nymph. She was of the ocean, though, so distinctly different from me. I smiled at her, as she settled across from me.

'You drew the lucky straw, didn't you?" I asked, which made her blush.

"Oh my god, you don't even know!" She enthused, "He was magnificent, and though I don't often partake of the incubus dank, he was quite nice, but very overpowering."

"You ain't lyin," De said, "That apartment will need fumigating."

"It's been taken care of," I said, "Nuke it from the atmosphere, it's the only way to be sure."

"You watch too many movies," Tiff tittered, "But yeah, he's fiiine. I might need to get his number when he's fully reborn."

"What about Trish?" I asked, "I was only in his car for a few minutes trapped with him and was already feeling sorry for her. Was she okay this afternoon?"

"Yeah, I guess," Tiff said, "By the time I was in the room, Tom was in full power mode, which made everything seem especially wonderful. She was enjoying herself right up to the time he bit her."

"According to Tom, she got both barrels and a full shot." De said using the vernacular, "So she'll go quickly through the transformation. I never know if that is better or worse."

I pressed my fingertips together and closed my eyes. The calculations for venom dosing is much like the three body problem in physics, lots of variables and moving objects. A full dose into little Trish was probably a bit excessive, but that simply meant she'd transition to a full powered fae quicker. It was hard on the body and she would probably need to go through some counseling to handle the withdrawal from too much magick too soon.

"You said you only gave Tom one?" De said, "did I remember that right?"

"Yes, and barely that, just broke the skin and a very small dose." I reported, "Given his size I figured going slow would be a good idea. He has shot that idea to hell though, hasn't he."

"Damn, too right!" De continued, "He has all the numbers down. His shape-shifting was flawless."

De looked at Tiff and licked her lips as she recalled the events of the morning.

"Yeah," Jake agreed, "I have to admit I thought I was fucking you,"

Jake looked wolfishly at Tiff, and she grinned a huge smile.

"Well," she blushed, "We might need to have a date then, letting her eyes drift over his huge muscles."

I looked up at the TV and willed the volume to turn up. The image was of a fire and the chyron crawl was reading "ferocious fire fates five fatalities." I admired the skillful alliteration before tuning into the report.

Reporter: "It will be hours before the cause of the fire can be determined, and any remains won't be recognizable until late tomorrow.

Reports say that the fire started in the middle of an intimate party of three, and spread into the neighboring apartment.

The victims, two inhabitants and one neighbor were trying to enjoy some of the relaxed social-distancing guidelines when tragedy struck.

Fire investigators on the scene claim that alcohol may have been an inadvertent accelerant in the tragedy in this tight-knit neighborhood.

The apartment adjacent to the origin was also consumed and the married couple are assumed to have perished as well. Stay tuned for more information."

I paused and refocused on my team, so we could go over the next steps.

"Okay, we still need to plant the remains," I said as I lowered the volume, and looked at my team.

"Well the intensity of the fire would make it like a crematorium," De started, " we just need to plant some skulls and ribs, then doctor the lab results to identify the correct people."

"Do we still have sufficient materials to plant the evidence?" I asked, "I hated what Vald did, but we can use his screw up to make this airtight."

"Vlad fucked up when he went off the wagon," Jake mused, shaking his head, "One little taste of human blood, and those fucking vampires lose all sense of decency. But yes, we have what we need to plant into the ashes. It will be a quick in and out operation."

"And the apartment records?" I asked.

"Still in the name of their original inhabitants." Tiff replied, "This short of an op, no one notices, the paperwork and the number of bodies will match. The cops will go with the fire report. No one wants to make more work for themselves."

"Okay", I said, "We can deal with anything else that comes up."

I flipped through my phone, and looked at my schedule. I nodded to my team and they rose and departed, De swatted Tiff's bottom as she waved goodbye. Tiff pushed on Jake's bottom and steered the hulking ogre off towards her quarters, and I grinned.

"At least someone is getting some," I said, then closed my eyes when I remembered Tom's scent.

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Tiff and Jake - a vignette

Tiff slipped beside Jake, her hair twisting into aqua knots as she slipped into her natural oceanid form. Her flesh lost its human tone and cooled into a light aqua with delicate scales. Her hair morphed into a mix of dark aqua tendrils and green algae-like shoots, braided together. Her blue eyes flashed as she looked up at the hulking beast she was leading to her room.

"Did you like fucking me," she chimed her voice having the undertones of waves and waterfalls.

"Tom looked like you, Tiff," Jake rumbled, his shoulder rippling as he stretched his arms outside of Tiff's door, "I'm ogre enough to say that I enjoyed fucking Tom when he looked like you."

Tiff's eyes sparkled as she opened the door and pushed Jake in, her shoulder pressed into his massive glutes. He stepped inside to let her feel like she achieved a victory, then turned and dropped his arms to wrap around her thighs and lift her into his arms. They kissed deeply, their libidos were on high after their time on Incubus babysitting duties.

"He was bigger the second time," she recalled, "I had to really stretch my mouth..."

She wrapped one arm around Jake's neck and let her other hand drop down. She reached under her bottom and her fingers found the swelling shaft of Jake's cock. Her small fist stretched to wrap around it, and fondle the large crown.