“Halloween isn’t merely a holiday on the calendars. It’s every gateway, doorway, archway between here and the Othersides opening at once, for a brief day. But, there are some Others who are here always, who are cursed to walk the earth, staying hidden in the shadows while humanity grows around them. And just like humanity, they have needs, wants. Passions. Lust.”
Just like humanity. They have lust.
-Samuel Shelley, to his daughter Ellen at age 13
*
Checking herself out in the mirror, working the spider hair clip into her shoulder cut blond hair, Ellen was quite pleased with herself. Looking good for her age, a woman in her mid thirties, Ellen couldn’t help but shoot her reflection a smile, the woman looking back at her looking damn fine, in her opinion, wearing her little slim dress and all dolled up.
“I’m heading to the dance mom,” Carrie-Anne said, standing in the doorway, watching her mother in her moment of narcissism, but even Carrie-Anne had to agree her mother looked good. “Got a date tonight?”
“I do,” Ellen said, taking a glance at her daughter, the girl holding her overly stickered guitar case, which inside held the girl’s bass. Her daughter, which Ellen called her “Punk Rock Queen”, was in her usual hoodie, cut up jeans and chuck’s, but with the addition of a black dress vest, and her black hair tied back in a ponytail, leaving the two strips died pink to hang down either side of her head. “And is that how you are going to the dance? You’re going to be on stage, why don’t you dress up some babe?” Ellen almost knew it was futile to try, but she was going to give it an attempt. Maybe I just might get through to this girl.
“Whatcha talking about, I am dressed up,” setting the guitar case down, doing a small pose and blowing her mother a kiss, Carrie-Anne was showcasing her normal attitude, which basically was that she didn’t give a shit about what other’s thought about her. Ellen just smiled, walking over, kissing her daughter on the forehead.
“Have fun babe,” Ellen said, her daughter’s band playing a live show for the school’s Halloween dance. Ellen was surprised when Carrie-Anne had told her she was going to do the gig. Very surprised indeed. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” Carrie-Anne said, picking her case back up and making her way down the hall to the stairs. “And very nice spider clip thingy. I dig it.” Without looking back, the girl was down the stairs, leaving her mother alone only to smirk and shake her head. At least Samantha will be my girly girl.
Walking back to the mirror, checking herself out one last time, Ellen turned to the bedside alarm clock, checking the time. 8:27. Her younger children, Samantha and Tommy would return form trick r’ treating soon with their grandfather, Samuel, Ellen’s dad. But more importantly, not that her children weren’t the most important things to her, but in the next twenty minutes, her date, Richard would be pulling up to take her on a date, which she had no clue what he had planned for their night together.
Excitement and anticipation brewing inside her, she had only been on a few dates before with Richard, but he was a stunning man, handsome, sophisticated and mysterious. And, he was the first man since the children’s father that Ellen had really found herself attracted to.
Looking at the clock again, five minutes somehow flying be while Ellen had been admiring herself, she hurriedly made her way downstairs, seeing her children sitting on the floor in front of the living room fire, her father in his rocking chair preparing to tell one of his Halloween stories.
Heading into the kitchen, searching for her house keys and cell phone, Ellen could find neither, the prime reason being they were in her purse and that was nowhere to be found either. Frustrated, strapped for time, knowing that just any second Richard would roll up and be waiting for her, she focused on where in the Sam Hill she put that purse.
“Where is it?” she whispered to herself, checking every surface of the kitchen, thinking it was the last place she had left the thing, even going as far as to check the fridge, though she knew all too well that it wasn’t in there, but just have to be sure, she thought.
Sneaking into the living room, the tapping of her heels giving her away, it was no matter, no children paid no heed to her, their attention on their grandfather, and on their trick r’ treating treats. Samantha, dressed as Wonder Woman, was Ellen’s little brain, the girl being very, very smart for her age, making her mother proud, but at times aggravated, her daughter’s intelligence proving to lack common sense at the most inappropriate of times. And Tommy, her little sweetheart, was still under his simple white sheet, ghost costume, munching away at his candy. Ellen knew he would have a stomach ache.
“….Revenge.” Ellen had walked in just to hear her father end his sentence with that word, revenge. Such a strong word, Ellen thought, seeing the smile on her father’s lips, knowing all too well that it had something to do with the story he was about to tell.
“Revenge, dad,” Ellen said, glancing around the room, still in search of her lost purse. “Do you think they are old enough to hear about revenge? Why not just tell them a ghost story?” When Ellen was a child, nothing was more exciting than her dad’s stories on Halloween, but over time, she grew bored with them, instead finding more excitement with hanging out with friends, then seeing what mischief she could find with boyfriends. She did have to admit to herself it was nostalgic seeing her own children hear the same stories that her father had told her. But I don’t remember any that involved revenge…
“But this is a ghost story dear”, Samuel said, stopping in his rocking to watch his frantic daughter, Ellen still not finding her purse, but having a feeling that it was somewhere in that living room. “One you haven’t even heard before. Why don’t you sit and listen?”
“Yeah mommy,” Tommy said through a mouth full of candies. “Sit and listen to Grandpa Sammy’s ghost story with us.” Tommy, with that sweet little voice of his just pulled at the strings of Ellen’s heart, but she still had her date with Richard, and she was about to give up on the damn purse, but eyeballing behind the couch she made a beeline for it.
“I can’t baby,” Ellen said, bending down, picking her purse up, wondering just how it had found its way behind the sofa. Adjusting her dress, worried about her make-up and hair, she finally had her purse, but had to find the closest mirror to check herself out again. “Mommy’s got her date tonight with Richard.” Walking out of the living room, heels clicking against the hardwood floor the whole way, Ellen stopped in front of the hallway mirror, having a perfect view out the front door, where she would see just when Richard was pulling up. “And please don’t sit under that sheet and eat all your candy. You’ll get a tummy ache baby.”
“Okay mommy,” her baby boy said. Ellen, smiling, could hear him feeding another mouthful of candy into his lips. It’s Halloween, she thought, and he’ll learn, Ellen knowing of the stomach ache that was too follow later that night. Her makeup fine, her hair still perfect, the time was ticking by and still no Richard. What is taking him?
And just like that, she saw his silver corvette pull up in front of the house, making her heart pound like crazy, just something about Richard did that to her. Heading down the hall, glancing into the living room, one last look at her kids sitting crossed legged on the rug in front of the fire, Samantha begging her grandfather to tell the story, Ellen smiled, knowing it was going to be a good night. Telling herself, it was going to be a good night.
“It’s going to be a good night. A very goodnight,” she said under her breath, making her way out to the door to her waving, waiting date.
*
Ellen couldn’t stop smiling, and her leg, bouncing in anxious anticipation, was rocking the car at every stop, making Richard smile just as much as his date. Having gotten into his car hurriedly, not wanting to keep him waiting, Ellen kissed Richard, but then, she was surprised when he pulled out a blindfold and without saying anything, placed it over the woman’s eyes.
“At least give me a hint,” Ellen said, Richard having only told her to not take the blindfold off, not giving any hints as to where their destination was or what the plan for their Halloween evening was going to be.
“No, no hints love. You just have to wait, and no peeking now,” Richard said, the smoothness in his voice giving Ellen chills. The man carried himself well, his voice proud, almost egotistic, but not too much. Richard, a very successful writer, had met Ellen when they had bumped into each other in the only book store in Poet, Washington, then before she knew it, she was head over heels for the man who was just as mysterious as the people he wrote about.
Turning up the car radio, possibly as a notion for Ellen to stop attempting to get hints, Richard just continued to smile as he bobbed his head to Nick Cave’s “Up jumped the Devil”, a very fitting song for the evening, he thought to himself. Reaching over, placing a hand on Ellen’s exposed thigh, she couldn’t help but jump, not expecting the move from the man, but more so a shiver ran up her spine and goosebumps formed from the sheer touch of him, the ice coldness that was in his fingertips.
“My lord you’re cold,” Ellen said, not able to stop herself from a light shake as it seemed the man’s hand just wasn’t getting any warmer on her thigh.
“Terrible circulation,” he said, his smile growing a bit wider.
*
Getting help out of the car from Richard, Ellen, still blindfolded, felt a small burst of the night wind blow through her blond hair, and she could almost swear she could hear whispers carried with it. The wind, felt good though, a contrast to the very uncommonly warm October night that they were experiencing, the first warm Halloween that Ellen could ever remember.
Having lived in Poet her entire life, it was much like most other Washington cities. Rainy, chill and the very occasional beautiful sunny day. Taking a deep breath of the open night air, she was getting impatient, waiting for whatever Richard had planned for the two of them.
“I can’t take it,” Ellen said, her hand grasping his, a light sweat built on her palm from her anxiousness, his hand still so unnaturally cold. “Let me take this off, please!” Reaching up with her free hand, going to take the blindfold off, and though she knew it could ruin the surprise, I don’t care. I want to see!
Stopped just as her fingertips found the cloth of the blindfold, she felt Richard’s free hand grab hers, stopping her, but he wasn’t aggressive in the act, gentle, just wrapping his finger’s around hers and pulling her hand away, while at the same time leaning in to whisper into her ear.
“We’re almost there Ellen,” his whisper again sent a shiver up her spine, but at the same time, a feeling in her stomach and chest of pure erotica, Ellen not able to find her breath for a moment. His breath on her ear, was just as cold as his touch, but still, so arousing.
Pulling her just a few more yards, he stopped, and releasing her hands from his, found a hold on the small of Ellen’s back, pulling her in tight for a heavy kiss, his tongue pushing itself through her lips to find her tongue. While they had kissed before, the first being on their first date after he had walked her to the door like a gentleman, that kiss was something all in its own, a kiss that was more than a kiss. It was passion incarnate in that man’s lips.
“My lord,” Ellen whispered, finally able to catch her breath, pulling a few inches away from Richard’s lips. Legs shaking, not from the cold but from the adrenaline passing through her whole, Ellen had never found herself so aroused from just a kiss. My lord, that was amazing.
“Not tonight,” Richard whispered back through a grin. Leaning her back slowly, Ellen at first was startled, not expecting him to make the motion, but she trusted him, and allowed him to continue till she was lying upon what felt like a slab of stone, cold and rough to her skin. Running his hands through his eyebrow length black hair, the moonlight reflecting off his cobalt eyes, Richard examined his date, looked over every inch of the woman utterly attracted to him.
And for a mother of three, Ellen was gorgeous, stunning in fact. Having kept in great shape, a self-conscious woman, she made sure she took care of herself. And lying on the stone slab, one knee up, the other leg dangling over the edge of the stone, Richard just looked from her heels up her legs, over the end of that black dress, and all the way to the smile, listening to her fingernails tap impatiently on the stone.
“Well?” She asked, wondering what was going to follow that amazing kiss. Feeling his hand run down the lower leg of the leg bent on the stone, he began kissing just below her knee as he pulled one heel from her foot, then the other. Kissing up around her knee, just inside it, slowly up her thigh, he only made it a few inches before he stopped, and when he stopped Ellen realized she was holding her breath. “Why’d you stop?” Her fingernails had stopped tapping, and instead her hands were spread flat on the stone, the woman unbelievably aroused.
“Trick or treat,” Richard said in an almost sing song fashion. The words confused Ellen, wondering why the hell he would say a child’s phrase at a time like that. And then, off to her side, she heard music begin, wondering who had started it, but figuring it was Richard waiting for him to return his attention to her. Still blindfolded, she was now refusing to take it off herself, actually enjoying not being able to see what Richard was going to do, the surprise adding to the erotica of the acts.
Still nothing from Richard, Ellen just listened to the song, recognizing it from somewhere, and after a few seconds, knew it from the film Queen of the Damned, one of her favorite films. And though she didn’t know it, the song “Excess,” by Tricky was just the right song to put Richard fully in the mood.
Rolling up the sleeves of his black oxford, unbuttoning the top button, he leaned in, kissing again right where he had left off on her inner thigh, the other just running up and down her dangling leg, the backs of his fingers just grazing her flesh.
“Give me something good to eat,” Richard whispered just loud enough for Ellen to hear over the music. Blowing lightly, the man had kissed his way to her panties where she was so moist that his breath made her moan. Ellen tilted her head back on the stone, not caring where she was, or if anyone but Richard was around to hear her.
Kissing through her panties, pushing his lips hard against the wet, black lace, he could taste her, and licking his lips, she was sweet on the tongue. Grabbing both her legs, lifting them on his shoulders while at the same time pulling her closer to the edge, Richard just sat there, waiting for her to give another impatient response.
“Why’d you stop!?” she said again, her hands in fists now, Ellen knowing it had been a very, very long time since a man had gone down on her, giving her all the attention for once, and dammit, I want you to keep going!
“If you don’t,” Richard whispered again through a grin, making sure each and every breath was on those moist panties, each syllable making Ellen moan. “I’ll pull down your underwear.” Running his hands up her legs, hooking his fingers through the edge of her panties, he slid them down slowly, pulling them off and dropping them to the ground to join her discarded heels.
Kissing up her leg quicker than before, Richard got straight to business, taking only a moment to admire Ellen, seeing the moonlight glisten from how wet she was. Kissing her just above her clitoris, he worked his tongue out and began with that, focusing on spinning and rotating, Ellen’s eyes rolling back into her head, her breath literally robbed from her lungs. She had never felt a man so good with his tongue, and Richard was just getting started.
Moving down, using only his mouth, using his hands to keep Ellen laying down, the woman arching her back in pleasure, he rolled his tongue in unison with the music, the motion making Ellen orgasm almost immediately, another thing that she had absolutely never experienced before, no matter how long it had been since the last time she’d been with a man.
His mouth soon becoming not enough, sexual urges taking over, Ellen needed more of him, wanted more of him. Reaching, blind, she felt his hair, and running her fingers through, she let him continue for a few more minutes, but finally wanted him inside her. Grabbing the shoulders of his shirt, she yanked him up while at the same time lifted herself to a sitting position, managing to find her lips to his, rivaling his kiss earlier.
Her tongue assaulting his, she could taste herself on his lips, tongue, and to be honest with herself, it turned her on even more. Running her fingers through his hair, grabbing, pulling, she moved his head to her neck, Richard taking the cue and kissing aggressively, even going so far as to bite a little, his teeth stinging, but even that just turned Ellen on more and more.
Moving from her neck to her collar bone, he worked the straps of her dress free from her shoulders, leaving them to dangle on her arms. Biting her collar bone like he had her neck, he bit a little too hard, drawing a droplet of blood. Wincing at the pain, Ellen instantly forgot about it, Richard occupying her thoughts with his fingers, the tips of his left middle and ring finger entering her, hooking and pulling out, the motion making her pull his hair and scream in satisfaction.
“My god, don’t you dare stop,” moaning, Ellen felt like a teenager again. She couldn’t see, wasn’t sure where she was, but I don’t give an unholy damn! Richard, licking the blood droplet from her collar bone, pushed his fingers into her as far as they would go, then pulled them free, a look of disappointment and maybe fury painted on Ellen’s face. “Dammit Richard!” But before she could complain anymore, the man had his pants undone and his member out, the tip grazing her lips, his full erection quivering as it touched her.
Leaning in close, she licked his ear lobe, and running a hand down his chest found a grip on his erection, squeezing tightly, Ellen more than impressed with the man’s size and girth. He literally has it all, she thought, lightly stroking him, the tip still pressed up against her now soaking wet vagina.
“Do you want it in me?” Ellen asked, teasing the man, seduction so thick in her voice it was hard to believe it was even her talking. Even Ellen surprised herself, never feeling like she was ever before, never wanting a man more than she wanted Richard right there at that instance. And she was in control for that one brief moment, holding him so tightly, feeling the quivers, the stiffness between her fingers and palm, and just the thoughts of it running through her brain made her want him more, and made her even wetter, which was good, considering she’d never been with a man as with as large a member.
“Don’t you?” he asked, Ellen in shock that though she believed she was in control, the dominant one for a brief moment, he had taken it away from her with just two words, and both smiling, Ellen didn’t say another word, just pushed the tip of him inside her and let him do what he wanted. Take control.
Pushing her back against the stone, Ellen was at the perfect height, Richard not needing to bend down or anything, just the right height for him to just thrust. Putting Ellen’s legs back on his shoulders, he began slowly, but in no time his thrusts were hard, fast, and Ellen was screaming, her second and third orgasm rocking her body. Grabbing her own hair, she was in such a pleasure she couldn’t even scream, the woman biting her lips, having to stop herself before she bit clean through.
Wanting to see Richard, tired of the blindfold, she ripped it off, throwing it, looking at the man still thrusting into her, his entire member too big for her to take all of him, a few inches left outside, but still, Ellen had never felt a man like him before. Ever.
But then the realization of where she was hit. A graveyard. All around, gravestones littered the landscape, with only a tree here or there to break the rows of stones. Knowing that she herself was atop a stone monument, the corpse of someone just below her, she felt the need to stop and ask just why Richard had decided to take her to a graveyard to have sex. But it is Halloween, and it is naughty. So naughty. Convincing herself, the thought of having sex in a graveyard where she could get caught made it even more arousing.
“Should have left that on love,” Richard said, not stopping in his thrusts. Ellen, admiring him, noticed he wasn’t out of breath, or sweating a single drop. She on the other hand was having a terrible trouble trying to keep air in her lungs, everything Richard did taking it right away from her, and her body was lightly covered in a sex sweat.
“Why, why?” she repeated the word through moans, her brain just full of him, Richard, and the fact that he felt so good inside her. So, damn good inside her. But, then like his words had taken away a veil she couldn’t see, an invisible blindfold that had been hiding another world, she began to see things in the graveyard.
Blurry at first, she thought it was the pleasure, the sexual gratification, the adrenaline even playing tricks on her. But the blurs became more and more visible, and in time, there were others in the graveyard where that hadn’t been other’s before. Shocked, she shut her eyes, kept them clenched shut, trying to pretend that those out there hadn’t just appeared, tried to focus on Richard still pounding away at her, his thrusts just getting harder and harder, faster.
But upon reopening her eyes, they were all still there. Naked, the people weren’t normal. There were men and women, all involved in acts of sexual intercourse, orgies taking place all over, the music playing drowning out their moans, but in time Ellen could hear them, just like she was able to see them.
The men, their skin a tint of grey, like covered in whole by ash, they were all bald and like Richard were giving into their sexual dominance, delivering powerful thrusts to the receiving females. And the woman, all moaning, screaming in ecstasy, had a blood red tint to their flesh, all their hair black, long, wild.
“What is going on?” Ellen stammered out, a moan or two still sneaking out, she in shock that Richard was continuing. “Richard, stop!” Trying to push him off, he did stop in his thrusts, but he stayed inside her, and this time the look of disappointment and aggravation were on his face.
“You should have kept the blindfold on Ellen,” he sneered at her, angry that she had made him stop. It would still be a while till he climaxed, but he had been enjoying himself.
“Keep the blindfold on? For what? So you could sneak me into a weird, graveyard orgy? Who are they?” The “they” she spoke of, the grey men and red women, were acting like she wasn’t there, oblivious to her questions, just continuing in their acts of fornication.
“They are Others. And it’s Halloween. Bask in the lust babe.” Attempting to begin thrusting again, Richard pulled out a bit, but did not expect Ellen to push back on the stone, forcing him to pull out all the way. “Come on Ellen, ignore them.”
“Ignore them Richard, what the hell is going on?” Ellen was frightened. At first the thought of sex in a graveyard was exciting, but this was something else, this was too much for her to handle.
“Alright, fine. You want the truth?” He asked, hanging his head, sighing, putting his already softening member away, fixing his pants and belt.
“Please.” Looking past him, the acts of everything happening around her was mind boggling, shocking, leaving Ellen in awe. No one paid any attention to her at all, all the couples, and some threesomes just focusing on their partners.
“The truth, and here it is,” Richard said, rolling his sleeves down as he walked around to sit next to her on the stone. Ellen, not scared, inched away as to not touch him, but was afraid to leave his side, not sure of the people, or whatever they were, in the graveyard. “I am a vampire, and the only one of my kind actually.” Right there Ellen stopped him.
“A vampire Richard, come on. I have seen you in the daytime.” The day they had met at the bookstore it had been close to noon.
“Why do you think I live in Poet Ellen,” Richard smiled at her. “The sun very rarely peeks it way through the clouds.”
“Like in Twilight? Are you crazy? What the hell is really going on here Richard?” Ellen couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was this some sick, sexual joke he was playing on her, or did the man she had so fallen for really believe himself to be like the vampires from the popular book series, one that like many women out there, Ellen was in love with.
“Who do you think inspired Stephanie Meyer to base her vampires here in Washington?” Smug, he was proud of that fact. “I am a vampire doll. And they are Other’s, those who can only come to the living world on the day of Samhein, Halloween. And they are so into their acts of sex, because on the Othersides, you can’t feel anything. At all. Poor bastards.”
Ellen, trying to take it all in, was left with nothing to say, not sure to believe him, or what. He sounded serious, sounded truthful, and the way the fornicators had just appeared did make them seem otherworldly, but even so, it was too difficult to believe Richard a vampire.
“Do you sparkle in the sunlight?” Ellen had to ask the question, such a fan of the novels.
“That is the dumbest damn thing she could have written down. No, I do not sparkle in the damn sunlight,” Richard was clearly annoyed by the question. “If I step into direct sunlight I will burn up instantaneously and be left nothing more than a pile of ash.”
“Why am I here Richard?” Ellen, still watching the Other’s, the Other’s still going at it, Ellen felt exposed, her panties laying at the ground, the wind nipping at her, the night air seeming to chill all around as fear really began to settle in.
“These are my people. I am a creature of lust Ellen. Sexual desire. I have lived so long, and nothing is more satisfying that to be in the company of them,” motioning with a wave of his hand to the Other’s in the graveyard. “It’s pure erotica. I have to pretend to be a human, a mortal. But tonight, I can be truthful to myself. And be what I am.”
“A vampire.” Ellen whispered, actually starting to believe him. “Prove it to me. Prove to me you are what you say you are.” Looking into his eyes as he turned to face her, he smiled wide, exposing his teeth, and as her eyes shifted down, she watched as his canines elongated, then back to his cobalt eyes as they turned a shade of blood red, matching the flesh of the woman in the cemetery. “My lord,” she said, finally convinced, the slight transformation something he couldn’t have pulled off for merely a joke.
“Not tonight,” Richard again said to Ellen’s response. Pulling her in, kissing her harder than his first kiss, biting her bottom lip just enough to pierce, he licked the blood clean, leaving it to bleed, leaving Ellen to taste her own wound.
“Are you going to kill me?” She had to ask. She just had to.
“I have to now. You’ve seen too much, know too much.” Tilting her head to the side, he brushed her hair away, and kissed her neck, planting soft, gentle kisses. “I didn’t want it to come to this.” Ellen had nothing to say. Her only thoughts were of her children. Carrie-Ann, Samantha and Tommy. But somehow, a thought of him inside her formed, but quickly she forgot it, knowing that the same man, or vampire, was about to feed upon her, stealing her life away in an ironic place; the graveyard.
Exposing his teeth, there was nothing else for him to say either, and just as he dug his fangs into her flesh, used the weapons of his bane, the tools of his curse, the Others in the graveyard in unison sang out in a climax, a sexual song. But, Richard didn’t plan on killing Ellen, not at all.
He had been with countless mortal woman before. And never once had he killed a single one. For his first kill with his fangs would be his last, with their final drop of blood, his curse would be passed to them, and he just wasn’t ready to move to the Othersides yet. Draining just enough to leave her weak, Ellen fell into unconsciousness, and upon waking, she would remember all of it just as a bad dream. Richard would call her, check on her, then end their relationship.
Drinking down her sweet life nectar, her blood, he stopped before doing too much damage, laying the woman back on the stone slab. Licking his lips, tasting the copper, his body warming, his belly on fire, he felt alive for one brief moment.
Looking to the Others who joined him and his sleeping date in the graveyard, they were all smiling, all satisfied. But there he stood, unsatisfied. Looking at his sleeping date, her dress up just enough to expose her, she was still wet. And having been alive, or unalive, long enough, Richard forgot what guilt was. Undoing his pants, the man had made her climax multiple times. It was his turn. Climbing on top, he slid inside her, all to the sinister approval of his otherworldly audience.
“Not tonight,” he said as he made the first, full mighty thrust.
****Halloween Writing Contest Entry****
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