The Making of Vampires Ch. 07

Bobby broke another pen and tossed it hard into the trashcan. He picked up a new pen, but broke it before he even started to write. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and gathered another pen and wrote with less zeal, hoping to remain calm enough to get through this man's account of a dark era of history.

The man coughed again. "We were trapped in that house for nearly five months. The German military was unaware the valley was snowed in and isolated during the winter months. It was sometime during our second month together, after I brought in wood for the fire, Liora came to me. She asked me to bathe with her. I thought I would die. I knew I loved her by then. Now, she was offering herself to me. I knew that I loved her and at that moment, I realized that I had never loved my wife. My wife was good for my image, a proper German wife of a wealthy and upstanding family."

Gerhardt's mind was back in the warm tub sitting down as he watched her undress, his nervousness preventing his arousal from rising in his groin. Liora had placed a scented oil in the tub and stepped in to straddle his lap and kiss him. His hands shook as if it had been his first time. He touched her gently, hoping to erase their first encounter together.

Liora kissed him. He placed his hands on her breasts, massaged, and pinched her hard nipples. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then his nether regions woke with a vengeance.

Gerhardt broke their kiss, grabbed her hips, pulled her forward until she hovered over his hardness, and pulled her down gliding into her. She blinked lazily and gasped. He moved her up and down with a slow speed that he found torturous, but she found enjoyable.

He released her hips as she continued the slow sensuous dance on his lap and he sucked at her hardened nipple. She pulled him against her breasts moaning. Then he moved a hand lower and rubbed the swollen nub between her legs in a circular motion causing her to release a throaty cry of desire.

Liora tipped her head back, kept him pressed against her breast, and rode him faster. Gerhardt hoped for endurance enough to bring her to pleasure. He rubbed at her sensitive bulb faster hoping to hurry her climax, but she ground against his cock faster speeding him to his own rapture of ecstasy.

Gerhardt fought against his release groaning as if in pain. Liora thrust against him faster and faster until she cried out with pleasure, her body trembling as the rush of euphoria filled her. Relieved, he thrust into her wildly. Water splashed from the tub and he was surprised to hear an animalistic roar coming from his throat as he came hard, deep inside her.

Liora, panting, fell against him. Gerhardt wrapped his arms around her and gently placed little kisses on her forehead until she fell asleep. The only reason he took her from the tub was that he feared she would get cold.

He placed her on her bed and dried her off. Then he dried himself off as well. He built up the fire in the front room and carried her sleeping body to a pile of blankets he placed in front of the fireplace so she would stay warm.

The male voice said, "I had never had such intense sex with anyone else until you came along. The months Liora and I were trapped in that village were some of the happiest in my life. I began to plan for her escape knowing I would never see her again, but a person as wonderful as her could not be taken from this world."

Stephany asked, "Why didn't you want to go with her?"

He answered, "Because I was evil. I only understood that after I met Liora. She was too good, too pure for me. I had brought a lot of wrongs upon the world. I would never be able to atone for them, but that didn't mean Liora had to suffer."

Stephany asked, "Did she escape?"

The man answered, "It was still two months before the weather would allow enough of a thaw for the valley to no longer be locked away. I didn't know how he did it, but my commander found us. I had been out chopping wood and walked in to the house with a bundle of wood in my arms."

The man's voice cracked as he explained, "Liora was kneeling and my commander had his gun to her head. He said he knew I had touched her, but she wouldn't admit it. She gave me a sweet smile and I realized she wasn't afraid, but still had to save her life. I..." There was a pause.

Stephany said, "Henry, you don't have to share anymore."

The man said, "Yes, I do. I have never admitted to loving Liora to anyone. You are the one I want to share her with ... I told my commander that I felt entitled to her body because I was stuck in the valley for so long. He knew I was lying and laughed. Then he told us to follow him. He never allowed Liora to get a coat and he wouldn't allow me to cover her with mine."

Stephany asked, "Where did he take you?"

The man answered, "My commander took us to an old prison in a nearby town lower on the mountain. I walked in to a cell holding my wife and two daughters. He pushed me inside with them and then bit me. I was shocked, but I also realized that he was doing more than biting me. He was drinking my blood."

Martin, August, and Bobby exchanged glances as Tony said, "What the hell? How sick is that?"

August tapped Tony on the shoulder and when they made eye contact, he said to the younger Tinkerton, "You will forget anything to do with World War II and blood drinking. You will not remember hearing anything about vampires." August used his skill of compulsion and Tony's eyes glazed as the younger man nodded. August was especially skilled at compelling humans. He rarely failed. His compulsions were incredible strong and difficult to break.

The man cleared his throat. "He had long fangs and I was confused. I fought him and then I heard a gunshot. At first, I hadn't realized that I had been hit. Then the pain struck me hard. Another soldier had walked in on us and had realized there was something terribly wrong with the commander. Then everything went black.

"I woke up in the cell with my wife and daughters. They huddled away from me. They looked different, scared. I could see warm red lines under their skin and those lines called to me to drink from them. I refused and stayed on the other side of the room. I saw the dead body of the soldier that had fired his weapon. I guess the commander had killed him when I was not yet awake."

Stephany said, "Here Henry, have another drink."

He continued after an audible swallow, "My commander got angry at me for refusing to feed from my wife and daughters, so he hit Liora and tore off her clothes. He did the same thing to her as I had done so many months before, but he added something awful. He told her how everyone in her village had been killed. She never begged him to stop. Instead, she smiled at me and told me not to worry."

Stephany said, "Henry, really, you don't have to go on."

He said, "I do... I lost control and my beast took over. It broke out and was weak. He looked at my wife and daughters. Inside, I told him to drink from them as much as he needed to in order to help Liora. He drained all three."

Stephany said, "It's okay. I'm here."

Martin could imagine her rubbing the man's back or patting the man's head.

The man's voice turned into a whisper. "I didn't care that my wife and daughters were dead. My beast broke from the cell surprising and ripping my commander apart, limb by limb until his body burst into embers, ash, and smoke. My beast's ferocity and strength surprised my commander. I believed that he was not used to anyone challenging him, especially not a newly turned vampire. Otherwise, I'm not sure how it overpowered the commander, but my beast did."

Henry coughed. "Liora cringed in fear from my beast and he receded. Then I was out again and I slowly approached her promising to keep her safe. Then she asked me something horrible. She asked me to kill her so she could be with her family. I didn't want to do it, but I had been selfish my whole life. I asked if that was what she really wanted and she nodded.

"I saw the devastation of tremendous loss in her eyes. Instinct took over and I compelled her to remember the happiest memory she had in her life. When she smiled, I snapped her neck, quick and merciful. Then I killed every German I came upon after that. I wore their uniform. They knew me and trusted me. I became the best weapon against them.

"Two months later, Germany surrendered to her enemies. Liora had missed rescue and safety by two months. I left Germany and never returned. Eventually, I made it to this country. I kept joining the military to fight against what I considered evil. Then I met you in the desert."

Stephany said, "And you have become one of my greatest and dearest friends."

He said, "How can you still say that?"

Stephany said, "Because you are different now. You are not Gerhardt, anymore. You are Henry. You fight for people's freedom and safety. How can I not call a man like you a friend? And you have been keeping me safe ever since we met."

The man chuckled, "I had to keep you safe. I couldn't believe they sent someone like you into the war zone. You smiled too much. You were too polite. You were so naïve. You believed that everything happens for a reason and leads to goodness."

Stephany's voice harshened, "Hey, I'm not naïve." Then with a strange seriousness in her voice, she said, "Besides, I can also create a weapon of devastation beyond anything anyone can comprehend."

The man said, "Steph, you can create a weapon like that, but you haven't. Eventually, I suspect you will, but you aren't at that point in your life, yet. As for naïve, you believe everyone. You want to see the good in them. Not everyone has goodness. There are those who are very evil. I know because I was one of them. I fear for you when that lesson is learned. I fear that you will fall hard from your enchanted pedestal and will not recover well from the shock of reality.

"Look at you now. You have war weariness, shell shock, post-traumatic stress disorder, or whatever they are calling it now. That was from one injury. We did our best to keep you from the hot zones. Yet, the one time I was called away, the convoy got lost in a sand storm, and you got injured. You were very injured. "

Stephany said, "My injuries were a fluke and you aren't omnipresent. You couldn't prevent that. Fate decided what was to be. Now, for your situation, you had goodness within yourself. You finally found that inner light. Others may be able to do the same thing. Who knows?" She sighed. "Henry, I'm going to miss you. I know you have to go back, but I'm still going to miss you."

Henry said, "I am going to miss you to. I know you love me and I do love you. If your blood had only called to my beast, I would have made you mine. We would never have to be apart, but that isn't how it works for me."

Stephany laughed. "I like what we have, although, I do think you need to find that special someone. I wouldn't get so exhausted by your...intensity."

Henry said, "You like intense."

Stephany giggled. "Yes, I do."

Henry said, "Come, let's shower. You still have to meet your brother for lunch and I don't want you showing up like someone ravaged you, even though I did."

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