tagErotic HorrorThe Night Walkers: Blood Slave

The Night Walkers: Blood Slave

byWhiskeyIsGood©

I've been working on this for a while now. I apologize for any errors there may be. If anyone is willing to help me with editing, please e-mail me. I'm also trying to figure out a way to switch between point of view, without confusing the readers.

There will be sex in later chapters but, not so much in this first one. There will also be a lot of action involved, blood and guts, so if you are not into that then I'd advise not to read.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Whiskey


*****

It was dark...and cold.

I shivered, as I stood in seemingly the middle of nowhere. Despite how cold I felt though, I couldn't stop myself from sweating. It ran down my face and strands of my blonde hair, stuck to my forehead with it. My eyes were wide with fear, darting from left to right, as they tried to adjust to the dark.

There was someone near me. I couldn't see them, obviously; but I could definitely sense their presence.

"Sara..."

The voice was soft and gentle, almost comforting.

"W-Who's there?"

"You have to come with me."

A chill ran down my spine, as I stepped back. Comforting as the voice was, I still did not trust whoever this was...not completely.

"Tell me why," I said, my voice shaking slightly.

"Tell me why I have to go with you...and who you are!"

Stepping forth from out of the shadows, I saw a young woman, probably not much older than I was; seventeen or eighteen, at the most. Her hair was jet-black, eyes as blue as the ocean, and her face was as white as snow on a cold wintery day.

She wore a black cloak and what appeared to be a sword, hung at her side. She stopped just a few feet away from me and smiled faintly, stretching one arm out towards me. "It's your destiny," she said softly.

"This is who you are meant to be; what you're meant to do."

Without another word, she stepped even closer and suddenly, I was wrapped in the warmth of her arms. I could feel her breath on my face, as our lips were mere inches apart. She leaned in and kissed me and I found myself melting right into her lips.

It was a tender, loving kiss, like the one that two lovers who had not seen each other in a long time might share. I had no clue who this person was though, so why did I feel such a strong and intense connection with her? The kiss broke and she smiled again at me, before burying her face in the crook of my neck.

Now our roles had been reversed and I was the one, holding her closely, feeling the powerful urge to comfort her for some reason. As my hand moved up her back in a soothing manner, I felt the heat from her breath against my neck...then the sharp burning pain, as her teeth broke through my flesh and sunk into my jugular vein. I gasped, cringed and tried to push her away.

"What are you doing!?"

She offered no response, just stayed perfectly still and I could feel her sucking at my neck, drinking from me like a bottle of water...she was drinking my blood.

I felt myself growing weaker and weaker, at a rapid pace. My vision began to blur and the world around me began to spin out of control, causing my legs to wobble and shake. As I sunk to my knees, she collapsed with me, still clinging to me and still sucking the blood from my neck. She finally pulled away, just as my eyes fell shut and I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness.

"Soon," she whispered to me. "Soon, we will be together...forever."

I sat straight up in my bed, gasping for air and drenched in sweat. My heart was pounding in my chest and my stomach felt like it was in knots. It took a few very long moments to realize it was a dream and I was awake now.

"Good morning Philadelphia! It's a beautiful and sunny day, with the temperature at 70 degrees and stretching up to around 80 degrees by early afternoon. Stay tuned, for the morning traffic report!"

I was safe and sound, in the comfort of my own bedroom and listening to the static of my radio crackling beside me, with the alarming realization that I'd just had yet another of those crazy fucking dreams; what the hell was wrong with me?

With a heavy sigh, I threw my legs over the side of the bed and opened the drawer in my nightstand. I pulled out a black notebook, opened it up and flipped to through the pages until I found a blank one, then proceeded to write down the number of times I'd experienced this very insane dream...several times total. It certainly took reoccuring dreams, to a whole new level.

I slammed the book shut, dropped it back into the drawer and closed it, before standing up and stretching.

Enough of that stupid dream, I told myself; it was time for school.

The first day back to school, I didn't want to linger around in my bedroom and take my time getting ready. This was an important day you see, because not only was it my first day back...it was the first day of my final year at that dreadful high school. This was the first day of my senior year.

Everyone always says, your senior year of high school will be the one year that you remember, for the rest of your life; I didn't care about any of that. The only reason I was so excited to start my final year was that, it was my final year. Only nine months and I would be walking down that isle on graduation day, ready to say goodbye to all the morons that hated me...and the feeling was absolutely mutual, believe me when I say that.

I removed my white tank top, sticking to my skin with sweat, followed by my panties and made my way into my bathroom to hit the showers. After washing up and putting on a fresh pair of clothes, I grabbed my school bag and rushed downstairs. Dad was passed out in his recliner, as usual, an empty bottle of Jack Daniels sitting at his side. I didn't dare wake him to say goodbye.

Dad was a good father, despite his heavy drinking habits but, I knew better than to wake him up in the morning...whether he had drank the night before or not.

I grabbed a pop tart from one of the cabinets in the kitchen...cherry, being my favorite. I neglected to throw it into the toaster, as I didn't really feel like I had enough time to waste. Instead, I just made my way out the front door, ripped open the packaging and started eating as I walked down the street.

True to the weatherman's words, it was absolutely a beautiful September morning. There was a nice cool breeze, blowing my red hair about, as I walked slowly down the streets. I was in no real rush to get to school. I was excited that this was my last year but, I didn't have any interest in seeing any classmates.

As I was walking, I looked up from the concrete and turned my head to the left, where I made direct eye contact with a girl that I had never seen on my block before. She was about my age...black hair, pulled into a ponytail. She was wearing the typical uniform of my school, a white blouse and a skirt. Obviously she was from the same hell hole, that I was from...why didn't I recognize her though?

Come to think of it, she was standing outside of a house that had been unoccupied for the last several months now.

Ah...a new neighbour...how lovely, right?

I stopped walking and stood there, staring at the girl for perhaps a little too long. When I caught myself and realized that I was maybe being a bit rude by staring, I half expected the girl to say something, to call me out on my staring contest or tell me to stop looking at her. Instead, she simply smiled...and winked at me.

She was beautiful, I'm not going to deny that by any means. Aside from her beauty though, there was something else that seemed to keep me from looking away from her; a sense of familiarity. I felt as if I had seen her somewhere before and yet, I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I had no idea, where we could have met in the past, or if we had ever actually met...maybe it was just my imagination.

It had to be my imagination, I thought quietly.

As I was trying to pull my gaze from hers, two hands suddenly covered my eyes, startling me out of my trance and causing me to jump with fear.

"Guess who!"

I groaned in frustration, as I immediately recognized the voice.

"Kim, I told you not to sneak up on me like that!"

She giggled, and pulled her hands from my eyes. "Sorry...you're just way too easy and I couldn't resist!"

I turned around to face my blonde friend, giving her a playful shove and sticking my tongue out at her. "You're a jerk."

"But you love me."

That I did.

Enter Kimberly Thompson.

We had been the best of friends, since the 2nd grade and that was never going to change.

See, Kimberly had been at my side all these years and although I'd had plenty of friends growing up, she was really the only one that I had left in my life at that particular time; after mom died, everyone else had pulled away from me.

Kim was the only one who stood by me, through thick and thin. All the others had backed off, mostly because they didn't know how to be there for someone, who's whole life had been flipped upside down. There was also the fact that none of their parents would let them come over to my house, because of my drunken father and his crazy drunken friends.

Kimberly didn't step out on me like that though, and neither did anyone in her family. Instead of cutting me out because of my drunk father, Kimberly's family took me under their wing. Their house became a safe place of refuge for me, whenever dad was raging or too messed up to be a father, I was always more then welcome at the Thompson residence. They were like a second family for me...

"So, whatcha staring at?" Kimberly asked, curiously.

"Uh...new neighbor, I'm guessing."

I motioned towards the mysterious goth-like girl and Kimberly gave a good hard stare, before shrugging her shoulders, as we resumed walking down the street.

"She's wearing our school colors...when did they move in?"

"I have no idea," I replied. "That's the first time, that I've actually seen her."

"She looks weird," Kim said.

"That's mean. We don't even know her."

"So? I know a weirdo when I see one, Sara."

"You haven't even talked to her!"

"She's creepy," Kim laughed. "She's as white as a ghost and she was staring at you, ten times harder then you were staring at her...which by the way, why were you indulging in that little staring contest anyway?"

"I don't know...I just...she looks familiar."

Kim looked back over her shoulder briefly, then shrugged.

"Nope...never seen her myself."

I sighed, shaking my head, not wanting to argue the subject with my best friend. Instead, I opted to change the topic and we started discussing our roster at school. We'd received our classes in the mail, two weeks before that first day of senior year.

This year would be a pain in the ass, I knew. Mostly because it would be the first time in four years, that Kimberly and I did not have every single class together. We had English, Math and Science and then split off for the remainder of the day.

Kimberly was just as disappointed, as I was.

Well, maybe not as disappointed.

The fact of the matter was, I was really bad at socializing. A lot of people like to make fun of me, or they were just straight up rude towards me. I had always been a quiet, withdrawn girl and Kimberly had always been the exact opposite of that.

It was Kimberly, who always stood up for me and told people where to stick it, if they ever had any sort of problems with me. If I'm being totally honest, I had absolutely no idea, how to act around people without my best friend at my side.

So yeah, suffice to say, I was more then a little bit uncomfortable about going to any classes without Kim.

There were the typical douchebags, snotnosed bitches and what some would consider "nerds" roaming the hallways of John Williams High, when Kimberly and I arrived.

I was a ghost wandering the halls, as usual.

That wasn't a problem for me though, since I preferred to be as invisible as possible; it helped avoid any and all trouble.

Kimberly and I went to our first three classes together, making the first half of the day simple enough for me. And then after that, the nightmare began. My next period was lunch and Kim was off to the gym, leaving me to myself until 2:54 that afternoon. My first subject without my best friend? Biology.

As soon as I entered the room and sat down, I noticed the woman sitting at the teacher's desk, was a very unfamiliar face. Biology had been taught last year, by Mr. Michaels. The teacher sitting there right now though, was a woman.

She was maybe in her late thirties or early forties, with long blonde hair pulled into a bun and a pair of thick black rimmed glasses; she looked like your cliche librarian.

Written on the chalkboard was her name, "Miss Woodlyne."

So she was new? I wondered what had happened to Mr. Michaels. He hadn't said anything last June, about not coming back for the new year, so this was unexpected to say the least. I quickly brushed it off and sat down, waiting for the bell to ring, to signal the beginning of the period. Mr. Michaels had been a very nice guy but, there wasn't much that could be accomplished by grieving over the unexpected change of teachers; I would have to just grin and bare it and hope that Miss Woodlyne, was as nice and generous as my last teacher.

The bell finally rang but, no one in the class acknowledged it. Instead, everyone continued talking quite loudly, with no real interest in anything related to school or our new teacher. Miss Woodlyne stood from her desk after a few moments and stepped to the front of the classroom, remaining silent for a while.

Then, she cleared her throat and began to speak.

"Good morning class," she said, loud and clear.

No one cared.

"I said...GOOD MORNING CLASS!"

This time, she was much louder than before and clearly, she got her point across, because everyone stopped their chatter and looked up in her direction.

She smiled and straightened herself out, satisfied with the results of her loud, booming and angry voice. "Allow me to introduce myself...as you can see on the chalk board, my name is Miss Woodlyne. I'll be your biology teacher here at John Williams High, this year."

"Good morning, Miss Woodlyne."

The excitement was unmistakable, in everyone's voices...yes, that is indeed, sarcasm.

Before Miss Woodlyne could carry on, the door to the class opened and who do you think walked in? None other then my mysterious new neighbor, the goth-girl I'd seen earlier that morning while walking to school with Kimberly. We made eye contact as she entered the room, then she glanced at the teacher and the two seemed to stare at each other, for a long time.

"You're late, Ms. Woodlyne."

Whoa, seriously?

The teacher had just referred to this girl, by the same last name as her own. It was easy to tell just by that, that they were obviously related. I was definitely shocked to hear this. Was that even allowed? Like for a teacher to have their own kids in one of their classes?

"I apologize...Mother."

"Take a seat," Miss Woodlyne said, pointing to the chair beside me.

There were a few people snickering and giggling in the back of the room, as the girl moved towards the desk and took a seat. She glanced over at me and once again, we made eye contact. I smiled and she smiled back, before we both turned to the front of the room again.

Miss Woodlyne proceeded to explain to us, a few things that she planned to teach during the semester. It sounded like a pretty basic lesson plan, from the details that she was giving but, of course, nobody really seemed to be paying any attention.

In the back of the room, I could hear Courtney Williams and her best friend, Heather O'Ryan, chatting away about Courtney's boyfriend and how he had apparently been cheating on her again; go figure. Neither of those two girls had any interest, in anything that Miss Woodlyne had to say...I didn't find that to be a very big surprise though, to be totally honest.

Courtney and Heather are your typical, cliche cheerleaders, just like the overly peppy ones you might see in a teenage comedy or drama movie. Courtney being worst then Heather, was the head of the cheerleading squad and probably the most popular girl in the school. She was also the one girl, who seemed to love picking fights with me the most. As for Heather...well, there's not much to say about me and Heather. She tends to leave me alone and always seems to avoid me, whenever I'm anywhere near her or Courtney.

That's probably because we use to be friends when we were kids, and she ended up being one of the ones, who turned away from me for no reason.

We were about fifteen minutes into the class and Courtney was still yapping away, in the back of the room. I could tell by the look on her face, Miss Woodlyne was quickly losing her patience with the girl. She tried to hold her tongue for as long as possible but, it didn't take long, before she was walking down the middle of the classroom in Courtney's direction...and of course, Courtney was completely oblivious. At least, until Miss Woodlyne slammed her hands down on the girl's desk, startling both Courtney and Heather, as well as the whole classroom.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Miss Williams?"

Courtney scoffed, rolling her eyes and folding her arms over her chest. "Not really, no."

"Then I suggest, that you shut your mouth and let me teach."

The anger in our teacher's voice was clear and although Courtney looked quite pissed off herself, she knew better than to say anything else. Courtney remained silent for pretty much, the rest of the class, much to my surprise. There must have been something about Miss Woodlyne, that scared her enough to keep her mouth closed tight. When the bell rang and the class was dismissed, I took note of the look that Miss Woodlyne gave to Courtney, as she walked out of the class...those two were going to get along great, I could tell for sure.

Yes, that's sarcasm again.

Lunch rolled around and I found myself sitting alone, with Kimberly in a different class and nobody else having any interest in being anywhere near me; I used to that though, so it hardly bothered me anymore.

Not really feeling too hungry, I had just grabbed a bottle of water and was sifting through my Facebook feed on my phone. I happened to look up at one point and noticed that girl from earlier, was walking right in my direction. I tensed up, feeling more than a little nervous about having a conversation, with anyone that I did not know...she clearly wasn't as nervous though. "Mind if I sit here?"

She was standing right in front of me and my voice caught in my throat, as I struggled to form a sentence. "Uh...s-sure," I managed after a few moments.

She pulled out a chair and sat down across from me, smiling as she did. "I'm Morgan."

Morgan; finally, a name to put to that beautiful face.

"I'm Sara," I introduced myself.

"So Sara, why are you sitting all by yourself?"

I laughed, shifting uncomfortably in my chair and playing with my hair. "I don't know...no friends, I guess?"

"No way," Morgan laughed. "You're telling me, you've got no friends at all?"

"Well, I have one...but we have different lunch periods."

Morgan smirked, leaning forward and folding her hands on the table in front of her.

"I wouldn't mind being your friend, if you're willing to have me."

I smiled, realizing that this girl was actually really very friendly. I don't know why I had been so nervous in the beginning but, that had changed now and I was starting to ease up a little.

"Sure, that's fine with me."

I could hardly wait to tell Kimberly, I'd just befriended the "weird girl" as she liked to call her.

Morgan and I ended up talking all throughout lunch. We had a pretty good conversation and I learned that Miss Woodlyne, known as Elyse outside of school, was indeed her mother. Morgan also had two older sisters; Allie and Amanda. They had already graduated high school, hence why I had yet to meet either one of them. Just as our conversation was getting really good, we were quite rudely interrupted by none other than Courtney.

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