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I know what you might be thinking, and shame on you for using such language!
Anyway, here's something that's been on my mind for a while now. It's kinda superheroine-like, but you be the judge. I'll only continue this if there's enough demand so let me hear from ya! 8) *****
Part I – The Truth Revealed
If you ask most horror fans, there was no better author, especially when it came to vampire lore, than Peter Bishop. His long running series featuring his main character, the beautiful vampiress Sonja and her eternal nemesis Dagmar, had made him one of the genre’s most read and best paid authors. Two feature length movies had already been made based on his books, “Sonja’s Homecoming” and “Nowhere But The Grave”, with another being planned by a major studio. Peter’s success was at its height, yet he was still unhappy.
Peter personal life was going just the opposite of his professional life. He had just ended his 3rd marriage in divorce, citing “irreconcilable differences”. The truth was, as Patty his ex-wife said before the judge, “No woman alive can truly satisfy him! His heart belongs to that fanged creation of his, Sonja!” As Peter sat in his 1.5 million dollar home, alone in his study, he realized that Patty was right. The reason that his romances usually ended up in dismal failure was that the one woman he truly loved didn’t really exist. He’d look for someone who resembled her: Long golden hair, sparkling green eyes, full pouting red lips, fair and flawless complexion, skin as soft as velvet, and a voice that sounded like tiny silver bells ringing on the wind.
His descriptions of her voluptuously curvaceous body in his books had even his closest friends asking where he’d seen the woman who inspired his character, and did she have a sister! Sonja was the product of Peter’s young fertile imagination. When he was 13, he’d asked dozens of girls to go out with him, but none seemed to like him enough to say yes. Pete was good in school, especially in English. His teacher, Miss Thompson, told him he had a real talent for writing and encouraged him to enter an essay contest at the local library. He didn’t win, which really didn’t bother him as much as when the judge, a local celebrity of sorts in literary circles, in a fit of jealousy, called him a “no talent hack and plagiarist” when he forgot to give proper credit when using an idea from one of his books.
Young Peter was devastated and humiliated, as most teens would be, and because he was already severely depressed, planned to commit suicide. The night of the Halloween Dance at James Monroe Junior High, he locked himself in his room with his only real friend, his computer, and a bottle of his mom’s sleeping pills. He typed a letter on his computer to his mom and dad, saying he was sorry for being such a failure in life and asked forgiveness for messing up their lives by ever being born. Pete finished the letter, printed it, signed it and left it on his night stand. Pete wept the whole time he was taking the pills and actually swallowed enough to kill 2 people.
By some miracle, he didn’t die; he just seemed to pass out. He woke up in the Queen of Angels General Hospital with his Mom, Dad and Uncle Terry by his bedside. “Peter Allen Bishop, don’t you ever do something like that again!” yelled his mother, Connie, “You scared us near to death!” His father, Ray, simply asked, “Pete, you know we all love you son. Why on earth would you do this to yourself and to us? Are you really that unhappy?” “I don’t know, Dad” replied Peter sleepily, “I just thought things would be better if I wasn’t around. It’s not that you and Mom aren’t great parents, it’s just…well…I don’t know.” “Kid, you’re not supposed to know!” said his Uncle Terry with a smile, “You’re 13, for God’s sake! I’m 39 and I’m just barely starting to scratch the surface of the meaning of life! Give yourself a chance, boy! Things are gonna start to get better! Just you wait and see!”
Peter almost started to think his uncle was a prophet. Soon after he left the hospital, the author, Jim Bailey, who lambasted him in public, wrote him a letter of apology and asked to meet with him. Mr. Bailey told him that the comment was based on jealousy of his phenomenal writing ability and he wanted to make it up to Pete by taking some kind of manuscript to his own publisher, if Pete could come up with something quickly. Pete said he’d see what he could do. He went home and told his parents who were happy for him and sent him to his room to write.
Unfortunately, nothing was coming to him. After 4 hours of consternation, Pete decided to take a nap and rest his mind. As he slept, he dreamed. It was like he was watching a TV show unfold in his mind. When he awoke, to his utter amazement, he could remember every detail of his dream with crystal clarity. He sat at his computer and banged out a 125 page manuscript in less than 5 hours. Mr. Bailey was absolutely floored and so was his agent. That was the start of Peter’s writing career. Now at the age of 26, he had penned over 60 paperbacks, 15 hardbacks, and 3 screenplays. He was at the top of his game.
After the final divorce hearing, Pete decided to take a little vacation. Instead of going to some exotic destination, he went home to Riverton, Indiana to visit his folks and stay with them for a couple of weeks. His Mom and Dad were overjoyed to see him and immediately called his Uncle Terry to come by as soon as he arrived. Connie laid out an awesome spread and the family sat eating and talking about just about everything. Then they got to the subject of Patty and the divorce.
“Patty seemed so nice.” said Ray, “I don’t understand it, Petey. Why can’t you maintain a relationship longer than a couple of years? Your mother and I have been married for going on, what Honey, 35 years?” “37, dear.” replied Connie, “Ray, don’t badger him! He just got home! Let it wait for another time, OK?” “Yeah, Ray. Let’s have some good family time before you lay into him!” said Terry laughing. Ray smiled and said, “You’re right, Terry. I’m sorry, Petey. We just want you to be happy, son.” “I know Dad.” said Pete solemnly, “And I love you for it, I just need to rest and get my head together. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” “Take your time, son.” said Ray, “I know you’ve had a rough go of it. We’ll talk when you’re ready.” “Thanks, Dad!” said Pete yawning, “I’m beat. If you guys don’t mind I’m going to bed. See you in the morning. G’Night, Mom, Dad, Uncle Terry!” “’Night, kiddo!” said Terry. “Good Night, Petey! “said Connie, “Pleasant dreams!”
Pete headed upstairs to his old room. His mom kept it as it was when he lived there except for his writing awards and prizes and a complete set of his books. Surprisingly enough, his mom was the one who really enjoyed reading his books. His dad enjoyed the movies more, but they were both equally proud of him. Pete unpacked his suitcase and put everything away in the chest near the window. His folks still lived on the farm he grew up on just outside the town of Riverton, although his dad hadn’t planted crops on it since he was about 19. Since then, Pete had supported them in grand style and his dad didn’t have to work the crops, even though he helped others in the community with their farms, just to keep busy.
He looked out the window and saw a night sky peppered with stars. With no street lights and tall buildings to hide them, he could really enjoy the night in all its celestial splendor. Pete undressed down to his t-shirt and boxers, lay down on the bed and went to sleep, unaware that a pair of green glowing eyes were watching him all the while. Pete started to dream almost immediately. He was still in his old room, when suddenly a thick, white mist began seeping under his door. It coalesced into a familiar shapely form. It was the vision of Sonja.
“Hey, Petey.” she said smiling warmly. “Well, Hi there, stranger!” said Pete moving to embrace her. He grasped her hand and looked into her lovely green eyes. “So I see you’ve come full circle.” said Sonja gazing deep into his eyes. “What do you mean?” asked Pete. “I mean this is where we first met, sweetie!” said Sonja, “Right here in this room.” Pete let go of her hand and replied, “Man, this feels weird! It’s not like any dream I’ve ever had before!” “Of course it is silly boy!” said Sonja with a grin, “Its how we always meet to talk about the stories you write! It’s just that when you wake up you don’t remember our little consultations!” Pete looked at his gorgeous femme fatale character and replied, “I don’t understand Sonja. I’m confused!”
“It’s time you knew what’s really going on, Petey. It’s time you knew the truth.” said Sonja, “Your life is in danger, my sweet. Wake up!” Pete half way awoke. A voice in his room said, “Petey, come on sweetheart. Wake up!” He opened his eyes and saw a female figure in his room. Startled, Pete said, “Who are you? What do you want?” “What I want is you, Peter Bishop.” said the woman, with giggle in her voice, “Why don’t you turn on the lamp and see who I am.” “OK, I’ll do just that!” said Pete, reaching for the switch. He flipped it on and got the shock of his life. There standing before him in a nearly translucent garment, cinched at the waist by a leather tie on sash was the woman of his dreams…Sonja!
“Hello Peter, my sweet!” Sonja greeted with bright smile. “S…Sonja?” Pete stammered, “No, it…it can’t be! You’re not real! I made you up! You’re just a fictional character! You don’t really exist!” “Don’t be silly, Petey!” she said with a smile, “Of course, I exist! I’m as real you are!” “I must still be dreaming!” said Pete, “Although if I am, looking at you now, I don’t want to wake up anytime soon!” Sonja slinked toward him and sat on the bed next to him. “Pete, you’re not dreaming.” said Sonja, kicking of her sexy high heeled silver mules, “I’m very real, I’m right here next to you and I’ll prove it to you. Touch my legs.” Pete looked down at her shapely lower extremities. They were adorned in a nude colored hose which matched her skin tone so perfectly, it almost appeared that she wore nothing on them at all. The only tell-tale sign was the shimmer that appeared under the feeble light from the lamp on his nightstand. “Go on, touch them.” she coaxed, bringing her legs up onto the bed, sliding her feet up into his lap, smiling as she did so.
Pete couldn’t help but want to touch her. He gazed at her model perfect toes, her beautiful foot with its high arch, meaty ball and sensuous heel, all covered in a sleek, shimmering, sheer hose. He touched her marvelous leg and he felt shivers go up and down his spine. Sonja bit her lip and sighed softly as his hand traveled up her leg, from her foot and arch, past her luscious calf and up to her thigh. He recognized the material immediately. It was the most luxuriant grade of silk he had ever felt. Pete stopped his caress and looked into the beautiful green eyes of his nocturnal visitor. She was breathless as tears came streaming down her cheeks. There was only one woman he knew of that was so susceptible to leg fondling in silken hose. Somehow, someway it was true! This was indeed Sonja!
With Pete’s expression of deep shock combined with unbridled joy, Sonja knew he recognized her now. She grinned widely, her fangs glistening. He started to speak, but she put her finger over his mouth and silenced him. She stood from the bed and untied the leather sash from her waist, letting it drop to the floor. The shimmering garment that seemed to be made of translucent silver-grey material hung loose on her gorgeously curvaceous form. She raised her arms toward the ceiling and the garment lifted upward and off her body as if grasped by a pair of unseen hands. The sight that met Pete’s eyes was enough to stop a man’s heart. There was his Sonja standing on the balls of her feet like a feline, her lovely nude body covered in the same silken smoothness as her incredible legs. Her body glistened as she slinked the few steps it took to reach the bed again.
Sonja mounted him, straddling his hips. She placed her hands on either side of his head and brought her sensuous mouth down to his. The kiss was a mind scrambler. Pete threw his arms around her as she probed his mouth with her tongue and he held on tight. He felt her body tremble with excitement as the passionate embrace continued, his hands caressing every curvaceous inch of her that he could reach. The kiss finally ended and Sonja sat back still straddling him, still not speaking a word. She smiled and hissed softly, spreading the fingers of her right hand and then curling them toward him. Pete smiled because he knew what was coming next. Razor-sharp 2 inch claws bared from her fingertips and she carefully ripped off his t-shirt and boxers, leaving him as nude as she was. The final job for her claws was to tear a hole in her sleek, shimmering bodystocking for Pete’s eager and erect manhood to enter her softness. She opened her charms to him and their tender, passionate lovemaking began.
Time became irrelevant. Their bodies merged in a way that neither one of them had ever experienced. Pete had been married 3 times in the past 5 years, but none of his wives or any of his girlfriends had taken him to the heights of bliss he was reaching now. Sonja had existed as one of the undead for five and a half centuries and none of her lovers, mortal or vampire had bought her to such ecstasy as this. At first, Pete was afraid that Sonja’s screams of passion would bring his parents up the stairs to investigate, but after a while, he just didn’t care anymore. They were both lost in each other’s embrace, carried to another world where the only thing that existed was their powerful passion and desire.
When it was finally over, they were both exhausted. Even Sonja’s vampiric strength and stamina was nearly gone. Pete fell asleep almost instantly, enfolded in the complete and utter rapture of Sonja’s soft, silken embrace. She gently nuzzled him awake and he opened his eyes with a smile. Sonja caressed his face and said, “So Peter, my darling, am I all that you dreamed I would be?” “Oh yes, my Sonja!” he answered quickly, “All that I could ever hope for and more…much more! Mere words are not enough to describe your beauty, your grace or your sex, my love! I am ruined for any other woman! I have been for many years! That’s why no other woman has ever been able to satisfy me. You and you alone, Sonja, complete me. There is not now, nor ever will there be another woman for me! I love you, Sonja!”
Sonja pulled him close and wept on his shoulder. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that, Peter, my love!” she said, “I’ve loved you since you were 13, when I saved you from ending your life!” “You saved me?” he asked puzzled, “How did you do that?” “I removed the sleeping drug overdose from your body, my precious one.” Sonja replied, gently caressing his face, “I…bit you.” “But why don’t I remember??” he asked in shock and surprise, “Why didn’t I exhibit any changes??” Sonja laughed and said, “You did change, my love. You became a better man than you ever were. I visited you in your dreams and we talked about lots of different things. I think the reason you started writing these stories about me was because your subconscious mind missed me between our visits and brought back the things we spoke of.”
“So all this time I’ve been just regurgitating the things you told me about yourself?” Peter asked, “I didn’t create any of it?” “Oh yes, my love!” responded Sonja, “You created much of what you wrote about me, sweetheart! My life isn’t nearly as interesting or exciting as you made it in the novels! In fact some of my friends want me to thank you for making a vampire’s dull existence more palatable than it actually is!” “You mean being an immortal undead being isn’t very exciting?” asked Peter with a grin. “Honey, sometimes it’s downright boring!” said Sonja. They both laughed out loud. When the laughter died down, they looked at each other, staring into each other’s eyes. Peter broke the silent stare with a question.
“Sonja, the conflict between you and Dagmar, was that true to life?” he asked. “Oh, yes!” she replied, “That’s part of the reason I’m here now!” “I wondered when we’d get to that part!” said Pete, “I was also kinda wondering why you decided to come to me now!” “Well Petey, something’s come to my attention recently that made my coming forth necessary.” explained Sonja, “There’s been a serious development in my ongoing blood feud with Dagmar. Somehow she’s become chieftain of Sebastian’s vampire clan and she now has the power to reach you! As you know Dagmar’s never been able to defeat me these past 500 years, no matter what diabolical schemes she’s concocted, and I’ve been able to protect you from her. But with the strength of the clan to back her, she’s sure to come after you!” “Me? What did I do? Why’s she after me?” asked Pete. Sonja shot him a stern look and he got it. “Because you love me, now she wants to kill me so you can suffer like she did when you killed Sebastian, right?” he asked.
“Precisely. Dagmar intends to use every means at her disposal to capture, torture and eventually kill you, my love.” said Sonja. “Great! First, I get divorced for the third time, then I finally meet the woman of my dreams and now her arch-enemy wants to kill me!” said Pete with exasperation, “So how do we stop her?” “We don’t. We get my clan to intervene on your behalf.” said Sonja. “They’d do that?” Pete asked incredulously, “Man, that’s awfully nice of them!” “Welll…not exactly.” said Sonja, “There’s one teensy, weensy, little catch, baby!” “What is it?” he asked. “Umm, well…you have to…join the clan.” said Sonja sheepishly. “That doesn’t sound so…OH NO!” he shouted, “You don’t mean I gotta…” “Uh-huh.” said Sonja with a smile.
“Aw, man!” said Pete rolling over to face the ceiling, covering his eyes with his hands, “You gotta be kidding me! This just isn’t fair!” Sonja smiled, nuzzled Pete’s neck and replied, “Life is seldom fair, sweetiekins! The question is what are you going to do? I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, baby, especially to her! Please let me turn you and be with me forever! I promise you thousands more nights like this one; every night if you want, but please don’t turn me away!” Pete looked into her eyes again and said, “Sonja, I love you more than my own life! Of course I’ll come with you! Besides, how did you think I’d answer you when you’re wearing that silken thing?”
“Why do you think I wore it, silly boy?” said Sonja with a wicked grin, “I know how much you love tight, shiny things on me, baby! You write such vivid descriptions of it in your books!” “Nothing I’ve ever written could describe what I see with my own eyes!” he replied, “Were you always this beautiful or is it just the vampire magic?” Sonja burst out laughing and literally cried. When she composed herself she replied, “You’ve been watching too much TV, kiddo! If you’re ugly when you’re turned, you’re ugly forever! That is unless you have some work done, then you heal really fast so you can have an almost instant transformation! To answer your question, yes, I looked this way even when I was alive. I suppose that’s why Sebastian wanted me.”
“He stole me from my parent’s home while I slept.” she explained, “500 years ago, if you were a girl, you didn’t leave home ‘til you were married! When I awoke, Sebastian told me I was his and no one else’s, that I was going to be his for all eternity! I tried to escape, but he toyed with me for hours. He finally fell on me, drained me and turned me. When I opened my eyes again, I was an immortal vampire. He tried force me to feed on a young girl that he locked in the room with me, but I refused. He left her in there with me for 3 days and nights. Finally, the hunger within me took over and I…I…”
Sonja burst into tears and Pete took her in his arms to console her. “Even after 500 years!” he thought holding her close, “She still feels the guilt over her first and only innocent victim!” Pete knew the rest of her story only too well. Sonja regained her senses, but it was too late. The girl was dead. Sonja snapped her neck, severing her central nervous system. Somehow she knew this would keep her from rising as one of the undead, like herself. She vowed that she would never again take an innocent life and refused to stay with Sebastian. He was incensed and had her locked in her crypt to remain unfed until she swore to take blood from whoever she came in contact with.
Sonja remained locked in the crypt for nearly a year. Finally, in a fit of bloodlust she agreed to kill whoever would bestride her path to feed herself. With an evil smile trilling his aristocratic lips, Sebastian released Sonja from her entombment. Dagmar, then Sebastian’s favorite, tried to help her escape, seeing that her lover’s attentions were being turned. He found out what she had planned and punished her harshly, beating her severely. Sonja then told him that she was ready to feed. Sebastian smiled and she ran into his arms. Sonja kissed him passionately over and over again. She then started licking his neck. Unfortunately for him, he figured out too late who it was that she intended to feed upon: HIM!
She bared her claws and ripped his throat ferociously. Sebastian tried to fight her off and nearly succeeded, but her strength was born out of desperation and hunger for blood. He finally lost enough blood for her to gain the advantage and she drank deeply of his life essence. Because Sebastian was a Master Vampire, in line to be his clan’s chieftain in fact, Sonia gained great strength and vitality from her feeding. Dagmar discovered Sonja feeding upon her lover and attacked her. Dagmar’s weakened condition from Sebastian’s abuse left her without enough strength to defeat Sonja. Dagmar threw herself onto Sebastian to keep Sonja from taking anymore of him, but it was already too late. Sonja’s blood thirst was satisfied and she fled into the night. From that moment on Dagmar swore an oath to wage a blood feud against Sonja for the rest of her immortal life. From that day to this, Dagmar was Sonja’s mortal enemy and never ceased trying to kill her and not only claim her blood, but to make her suffer as she had from the death of her lover, Sebastian.
Sonja lifted her head up from Pete’s chest, where she had been weeping and looked into his face. “Are you ready, my love?” she asked caressing his cheek softly. Pete swallowed hard and replied, “I suppose so. Will it hurt much?” Sonja smiled and said, “No, my sweet. I’ll put you to sleep and when you awake, you’ll be immortal, like me.” “Very well, Sonja.” he said steeling himself, “I’m ready.” Sonja straddled him and kissed his lips tenderly. “Now, Petey, I want you to relax.” she said softly, “Look at me. Look in my eyes, my darling. Deeply into my eyes.”
She felt him begin to relax a bit. “That’s it.” she admonished, “Just keep looking deeper and deeper into my beautiful…green…eyes!” Her eyes began to glow with an inner light. Pete’s eyes went wide for a moment and then started to close. “That’s right, Petey. Close your eyes, my love.” she said, “Sleep, sleep. You feel calm, warm and safe, don’t you?” “Yes.” said Pete, his eyes closed. “Good. Stay in that place, baby.” Sonja said, “In this place there is no pain. Only safety and pleasure, do you understand me?” “I…understand.” “I’m going to kiss your neck now, Petey.” she said, “A very special kiss. All you’ll feel are my lips and my tongue on your neck; no pain, only pleasure.” “Only…pleasure.” Pete repeated.
Sonja smiled and bared her needle-sharp fangs. She hissed softly and kissed the area over his jugular vein and licked it gently. Pete said it tickled and she giggled to herself. She started toward his throat with her fangs, her eyes changing from luminous glowing green to lurid red. Suddenly, the window shattered into a thousand pieces. The noise snapped Pete out of his trance-like state. A look of horror came over his face as he saw a curvaceous woman float through the casement where the window once stood.
As she landed, two huge males appeared with her, one on either side. Sonja hissed loudly and leaped toward the dark beauty, but the two huge men grabbed her arms and slammed her into the wall near the bed, holding her at bay, unable to move. The gorgeous raven haired female looked at Pete and smiled revealing a wicked set of fangs, confirming in Pete’s mind who she was. She held out her hand, moving aside her cloak. Pete’s sky clad body flew toward her and she caught him by his throat in a grip like a pneumatic vise.
She held him off the floor and pulled him close and said, “Mmmm, I see why Sonja likes you so much, my little stud muffin! Oh, where are my manners! Allow me to introduce myself, I am Dagmar and you, Peter Bishop, are about to die! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
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