tagErotic HorrorThe Night Walkers: Blood Slave Pt. 04

The Night Walkers: Blood Slave Pt. 04


Even more twists and turns in this one, and I think if you made it this far, you'll like what happens next...or at least I hope :)



I had been running for what felt like forever.

My legs were aching and my mouth was dry as a desert. Everything around me, every light and every sound, seemed brighter and louder than it was supposed to be. A siren could be heard somewhere in the distance but, it echoed in my ear, as though it were directly beside me. I could hear a million hearts beating together, as one. I stopped running and fell to my knees, my stomach rumbling and my eyes watering.


Across the street, a young woman was jogging. I could hear her heavy heartbeat, just like all the others...hers was much louder though.

Groaning in frustration, I knew what I needed to do.

I knew what I wanted...

But I tried to do desperately, to resist the urge.

Still, I found myself giving into temptation. I rose to my feet, sweat running down my forehead and before I knew it, I was charging across the street and leaping into the air. I moved at such speed, that the poor young jogging girl never stood a chance.

I crashed right into her, knocking her to the ground and she screamed in horror, as I revealed my fangs and hissed like the Monster that I was.

Then I bit down, right on her neck and her screaming grew louder. I couldn't hear any of it though, not over the rushing sounds of her blood, as I sucked from the wound on her neck.

I pulled away after a long time, staring up at the night sky above, blood trickling down my chin. My eyes flashed yellow, as I felt my first victims blood filling me with a power, that I had never experienced before.

I had been reborn...

I sat straight up in the bed, gasping for air and drenched from head to toe in sweat. My hair was sticking to my forehead and my hand was on my chest, right over top of my heart.

It was only a dream...

As you know from earlier in this story, I'm no stranger to nightmares; especially really strange nightmares. This was different though.

I had never had a dream like that before and it scared the hell out of me, it scared me even more than anything ever had. Well, except that time I almost got eaten by a Werewolf.

I slowly put two and two together, realizing that I had obviously been a Vampire in this dream. I was a Vampire and I had been hunting for what felt like my very first meal. I had apparently found it, in a young girl that had been jogging. I remembered pushing her down to the ground and biting into her, drinking her blood as she screamed for help that never came.

Why the fuck, would I dream something like that?

I buried my face in my hands, groaning and wiping the sweat from my brow. This whole Vampire thing was starting to get way out of control, and I couldn't wait to be free again.

Throwing the covers aside, I stood up and my legs gave out almost immediately. I fell right to the floor and landed with a loud thud and a grunt, before rolling onto my back. "What the fuck?"

I struggled to get back up on my feet, hanging on the nightstand for support and staggering towards the vanity in the corner of my bedroom. I looked at my reflection and was horrified...I looked like complete and utter shit.

I was skinnier than I had been before, and I was almost as white as a ghost.

They had been taking far too much blood from me lately, I had been thinking about that a lot. If I'm being perfectly honest...I was starting to question their true intentions with me. Something was far from right here and I was really starting to get nervous. Morgan had assured me that Elyse didn't intend to do me any harm.

Elyse herself had promised that I would be perfectly fine and that they would release me once the wolves were destroyed. Here I was withering away though, and it had been weeks since they said that the wolves were nearly gone.

I was really becoming concerned.

At this rate, I would be dead before they killed the Werewolves just from losing too much blood. And the more I thought about it, the more I was beginning to think that might be what they really wanted to happen. What if Elyse had been lying this whole time...what if she wanted to use me as a blood slave but, she had never intended on letting me go like she said she would.

In truth, if they wanted me to stay with them...I might have considered doing it...If they had just suggested that from the start. Why not, right? I had nothing left really, now that my father was dead. Well, the only thing I had left was Kimberly...but if I told her the truth about everything that had happened to me, I knew she would think I was fucking crazy.

None of that mattered anyway.

If Elyse had been trying to trick me this whole time, then there was no way in hell that I would just lay down and join them. I needed answers and I needed them now. I decided to turn to the only one that I knew for sure would tell me the truth...or at least, I was hoping she would tell me the truth anyway.

I waited until a little later in the day, when Morgan entered my room with a bottle of Orange Juice like she did every day. She looked at me as she handed me the bottle, not saying a word but, I could tell that she was concerned for me by the way I looked. As I sipped at my orange juice, Morgan sat down in the chair that she always sat in and tried to look happy.

"How did you sleep last night?"

"Like shit," I said without hesitation.

"Are you feeling alright?"

I laughed, setting the orange juice bottle down and shaking my head at her.

"Are you serious? Morgan, look at me...does it look like I would probably be feeling okay? I mean seriously, I'm falling the fuck apart."

Morgan sighed and looked away.

"Tell me the truth," I said. It was now or never and I could only pray, that she would be honest with me.

"Am I really going to be leaving this place alive?"

There was a long pause and after a few moments, Morgan leaned forward on her chair and folded her hands in front of her. She started tapping her foot and rocking back and forth, and I could tell she wanted to say something but, she was struggling to find the right words to tell me what was on her mind.

Finally, she cleared her throat, stood up, closed my bedroom door completely and made sure it was locked.

"This is what's happening," she said in a hushed voice.

"I'm sorry, Sara...whatever you think is going on with Elyse, you're probably one hundred percent correct. She intends to keep you here, and to turn you into one of us."

And there it was; that's exactly what I had figured.

The thing with making assumptions though is that you're either right or your wrong. And sometimes, you end up being right but the situation turns out to be a lot worse then you imagined. That's exactly what I was about to find out, as Morgan carried on.

"I knew it from the start," Morgan admitted.

"And you kept it from me?"

I was pissed, with good reason. Morgan had lied, just like the rest of the family but, that pissed me off the most because I had trusted Morgan the most. Sure, I got along with Amanda, Alison, and even Elyse. I think I always knew somehow though, that there was something not quite right about those three. They tried to act nice to me but, it always just seemed forced...like the only thing they really liked me for was the sex and my blood.

Everything else was just an illusion that they were putting on, to make me feel comfortable and make me want to stay.

Morgan had been the only one who had felt sincere.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Morgan turned away and looked in the mirror at herself. She was quiet for a few seconds, before letting out a heavy sigh and then turning back to me.

"There's more; you're not going to like it."

"Just...spit it out."

"The wolves have been dead, since the night that we brought you here. Amanda and Alison killed them that same night, and Elyse has been using them as an excuse to keep you here as a Blood Slave. She knew there was no possible way that you would agree to stay unless you believed you needed to."

And the hits just kept on coming. I was trying desperately, to hold my anger back and keep from snapping on her.

"Why are you telling me this," I asked. I was trying to hide the tears that were starting to well up in my eyes.

"After all this time, playing along with their stupid fucking plan...why would you decide to tell me the truth now?"

"Because I'm planning on leaving the Coven tonight, Sara...you're coming with me."


"I'm leaving, and I'm taking you with me. I'm not going to let Elyse have her way...I'll explain my decision in more detail to you later but right now, we don't have enough time. We need to move and we need to move now!"

There was nothing else to discuss.

If I had doubted Morgan for even a minute, that doubt was out the window now. I didn't understand her reason for abandoning her Coven but, I didn't care what the reason was. The only thing I cared about was that she wanted to help me escape, alongside her. I followed her lead, as she grabbed a book bag from my closet and handed me my clothes...the same clothes I had worn the night that she brought me to her family.

After quickly getting dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. With all the weight that I had lost over the last few weeks, I was swimming in the clothing. It would have to do for now though until I could get more suitable material and gain a few pounds back at some point down the line.

As I was getting ready, Morgan slipped into her own room and started grabbing her stuff. She returned to my side a few minutes later, wearing her black cloak and carrying the Katana she had used the night that she had saved my life.

Once we were ready to go, Morgan opened my bedroom window and stepped out onto the roof. She turned around and reached for my hand, pulling me out with her and scooping me up into her arms, then proceeded to jump from the top of the house and landed perfectly on both feet without any trouble.

"Are you alright?" She asked as she looked down at me.


It felt weird being outside again, after all of this time. It was chilly and I couldn't stop myself from shivering, as Morgan started running down the street, still carrying me with her. She was only carrying me because we needed to move fast but, I wouldn't have been able to move on my own anyway...not very far at least. I was far too weak at this point.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm not sure yet," she admitted. "A motel probably. I stole some money from Elyse before we left...we have enough to get by for a short period of time."

"Why a motel?"

I had expected this to go a certain way, and now I was beginning to think that wasn't going to happen. "Can't you just drop me off at Kimberly's?"

"Why would I do that," Morgan asked, confused.

"Because you...you're setting me free...right?"

Morgan scoffed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Clearly, I had been wrong this whole time. I believed that Morgan was taking me with her because she wanted to set me free from Elyse and the rest of the Coven. Did she have other plans?

"Listen," she said, as she turned to face me.

"You can't go to Kimberly's house, because it's not safe."

"Not safe, what the hell does that mean?"

"It means, exactly what it says! Think about it; Elyse will be looking for us both, once she realizes that we're gone. Believe me, when I tell you, Sara, she will never stop looking until she finds us and kills us. If anyone is with us? They die too. In other words, if you go to see Kimberly-"

"I would be putting her in danger..."

I understood now.

Making matters worse, was the fact that Kimberly's house was only right down the street from where Elyse lived anyway. That was nowhere near enough space, between us and the enemy. And having made the connection that Morgan was hinting at, I realized that if Elyse found me at Kimberly's place, then Kimberly would likely suffer the same fate that I would.

"Do you get it now," Morgan asked softly.

"Yeah," I replied sadly. "I understand..."

Morgan sighed, taking my hand and we started walking down the street again. We moved slowly at first, sticking to the shadows and eventually slipping into the woods behind a row of houses. I looked up, and there was Kimberly's home.

I can't tell you how difficult it was, to restrain myself from pulling away from

Morgan and just running right to my best friends front door...

If I did that though, I would almost guarantee her death.

My thoughts drifted back to Morgan's true intentions with me. Sure, I understood the danger I would be putting Kimberly in, and that was why I had to stay away from her...but then, what was going to happen to me now?

I had no family.

I had no other friends, aside from Kimberly.

Even if I had anyone else that I could go to, wouldn't I just be putting them in trouble too? That said, I knew that I had no other choice but to stick with Morgan, now. Obviously, I had nowhere else to go and there was also the fact that she was the only one who could really protect me...but was that all she wanted?

We had been walking for what felt like hours when we finally found a motel that had vacant rooms. Because everyone in town was on the lookout for the missing "Sara Willits" I had to stay outside and keep my hood pulled up, hoping that no one would recognize me, while Morgan went in to pay for a room.

I worried the entire time, that something might go wrong...that they might refuse to give us a room, for some crazy reason. That all of this might be screwed because they would realize who I was.

Eventually, though, Morgan emerged from the office with a single key and smiled at me. "Room 14," she said softly.

Room 14 was nothing special.

It was your basic motel room set up. I had been in a few places like this when I was much younger when my parents would take me on vacations to the Jersey Shore. Those were much happier times when both Mom and Dad were alive, and Dad hadn't been so miserable and drunk all the time.

Morgan took my bag from me, as we entered the room and set it down on the floor next to a table. I looked around at my surroundings and realized...there was only one bed.

"Couldn't find a room with two?" I asked, pointing at the single.

"Nope," Morgan replied with a grin.

Somehow, I knew that was a lie. I smiled back at her, as I removed my hoodie and laid it over the back of a chair. My feet were killing me and I was extremely thirsty.

"Why don't you take a shower," Morgan suggested to me.

"I'll go see if I can get you something to eat and drink, while you're in there...sound good?"

"I could use a shower," I nodded.

Morgan smiled, grabbing the key to the room and stepping out, leaving me by myself.

I sighed, stripping out of my clothes and stepping into the shower. I turned on the water and waited for the temperature to adjust itself, as I examined my reflection in the mirror. Maybe it was the fresh air that I had received while outside but, I was actually looking just a little bit better. My face was still pale but, there were no bags under my eyes anymore.

I stepped into the shower and under the stream of hot water, groaning as it soaked my skin and the heat relaxed my aching muscles. I leaned back against the wall and just stayed like that, with my eyes shut for a long time. I had been allowed to shower back at the Coven but, it wasn't top quality.

I found it difficult to get any hot water, at least for more than a few minutes, and one of the girls was always stationed outside the bathroom door...waiting on me...making me feel rushed, the whole time.

Now I understood why.

Because they probably wanted to make sure, that I didn't try to escape through the window in the bathroom. Elyse had played it off like she wanted the girls to stay nearby, in case I needed anything. I knew that was just another one of her lies though.

Here, in this motel room, I felt slightly normal again for the first time in a while.

I didn't feel rushed. I could actually take my time, enjoying myself in the shower and washing up, without having to hurry up and finish.

Somewhere in the distance, I heard a door open and click shut...Morgan had returned. I heard shuffling in the room outside of the bathroom, and a few moments later, the bathroom door slowly creaked open.

I thought nothing of it, knowing that it was just Morgan. We were both girls and I didn't see any trouble in sharing the bathroom with her if need be.

I stepped closer to the showerhead, letting the water wash over my face. "Did you find some food?" I called out to Morgan.

"I'm starving..."

Instead of answering my question, Morgan suddenly yanked back the shower curtain, startling the hell out of me in the process. I looked over, to find her just standing there...completely naked. "Morgan? What are you-"

She didn't answer, just stepped into the shower with me and pulled the curtain back, then shoved me back against the wall and pressed her lips to mine. I was a bit taken back but, I didn't try to resist. Instead, I moaned softly as I returned the kiss and our tongues began wrestling. Morgan wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me close, our nude, wet bodies pressing together.

Her hands moved down my back and over my ass, giving it a squeeze and then a nice loud, wet smack.

As the kiss broke, I leaned forward and buried my face between Morgan's perfect tits. I kissed them, licked them and took my time sucking on her nipples. Morgan seemed to be loving the attention I was giving them, as she rolled her head back and sighed heavily. Then she pushed me back against the wall again, with a bit more force than the first time. I watched, as she slowly dropped to her knees, kissing my breasts and my stomach on her way down.

I pushed my feet apart some so that she could have better access to what she wanted. Morgan licked her lips, lifting one of my legs up and holding it in place, as she attacked my pussy with her tongue. I gasped, as her tongue slid right over my clit and she began teasing it and sucking on it.

"Oh, fuck..." was all I could say.

Two fingers slipped between the folds and slowly inserted themselves, into me. I felt them moving around inside, thrusting in and out, slowly at first and then gradually picking up speed. I was breathing heavier now, as Morgan moved her tongue up and down over my slit while fucking me with her fingers. I felt that familiar sensation coming over me, and I knew it was almost time. With a gasp, I bucked my hips and bumped the back of my head on the wall by mistake.

I have to say, when Morgan decided to leave the Coven and take me with her, I didn't think we would continue doing anything sexual together. For some reason though, I couldn't help but feel happy that it was still happening. As Morgan went down on me, I felt like I was in heaven, and I didn't know if I wanted to stop doing these things with her.

We finished up in the shower, wrapping ourselves in dry towels and moving into the other room. Morgan and I laid our towels out on the single bed, lying down on top of them and wrapping our arms around each other. Our lips pressed together and we just laid there, making out for what felt like forever. When we finally stopped, I snuggled up close to her and breathed in her scent. She brushed some of the red hair out of my face, planting a gentle peck on my forehead. I looked up at her and smiled.

"So...where did all that come from?"

Morgan laughed, shrugging her shoulders. "I guess, I just couldn't resist..."

"Am I really that special?"

"I think so," Morgan replied. "I think you're absolutely beautiful...and I definitely can't let Elyse have you."

"Look at you," I teased. "Stealing me away from her like that."

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