[Vorcla]

Author's note: adult content


Dylan Vorcla flinched in horror at the sight of the hideous thing his beloved Melissa had become. He tried to draw back, but the silver cuffs that seared his skin held him pinioned spread-eagled on the operating table. Her eyes were as red as buning coals, and her predatory grin exposed her gleaming fangs.

And she kept transforming, wrenching a hoarse, inarticulate scream of terror form Dylan. Her nose flattened and flared into a bat-like snout. Her ears grew into huge, leaflike protruberances on the sides of her head, twitching forward and back like semaphores, and huge bat wings sprouted from her back. Long talons burst from her fingers and toes; her teeth became a jagged array of dagger-like fangs. A viscous green fluid drooled from the corner of her scarlet gash of a mouth and spattered on Dylan's stomach. He jerked; it burned like fire.

Pleasure venom.

She snarled like a vicious animal as she prepared to strike.

"Enough, Melissa, my dear," LaGory cajoled. "You're frightening the poor boy. Besides, I don't want you sucking any of his tainted blood. Can't have you turning into a mangy, flea-bitten cur and howling at the moon! You're much too beautiful for that." He paused and regarded her. "Well...most of the time, anyway."

"Master, please...we are hungry!" Hilde moaned in a sepulchral voice.

"And your hunger shall be sated, my dear," LaGory returned. He snapped his fingers.

Two of his acolytes strode out, wrestling with a plump, naked blonde woman between them. Her pendulous breasts quivered as she was shoved forward. She screamed in terror as she was herded toward the altar. At the sight of her, the brides assumed the forms of growling, slavering winged beasts.

"Please!" the prisoner sobbed. "Please don't hurt me! My baby needs me!"

"Cattle," LaGory muttered, wrinkling his nose. "They are cattle. Your new sister feeds first! She has yet to taste blood." He raised his hand.

His henchmen released the woman. She ran screeching across the floor.

With a feral snarl, the Melissa thing hurtled through the air, a gray blur, and hammered the fleeing captive to the stone floor. Before the stunned woman could react, vicious fangs found her throat and ripped it out in a spray of blood, nearly decapitating her. The creature greedily drank the spouting blood as her victim's life ended in a horrible, wet gurgle.

Dylan turned his head and threw up, sickened at what his beautiful Melissa had become, and at what she had done. She had killed. His sweet, innocent Melissa...

LaGory sensed his thoughts and snickered.

"Ah, yes. My sweet Melissa now - and not so innocent anymore. She has killed, and she has fed. She truly belongs to me."

Sensation was returning to his numbed body, and Dylan gasped as fiery pain clawed at his wrists and ankles. He groaned, and found his voice as he glared at the Vampire Master, tears streaming down his face.

"Damn...you, L-LaGory..."

"Ha! I already am, boy!" He sneered at Dylan. "I think it's time for the rest of my ladies to feed now. They have been very patient and well-behaved."

He snapped his fingers. The three brides hurtled forward and fell on the woman's twitching corpse as Melissa sucked and tore at the mangled throat. Bile forced its way up into Dylan's throat. It was like watching a pack of starving lionesses tear apart an antelope. Hilde and Sonya fastened their fangs in the woman's breasts, and Jennifer went after her belly...

When it was over, the four vampiresses had reverted to their human shapes. They lay in a heap on the floor by the mangled remains of their prey, beautiful and seductive and lethal, and drenched in blood. Long shadows licked the walls behind them, cast by the guttering light of the votive candles.

Then LaGory raised his hand, and the four women lasciviously began to lick the blood off one another. Little by little, their moans of arousal segued into screams of feral passion, and then climax. Somewhere in the midst of the exhausted, quivering pile of naked flesh and tangled limbs, Dylan saw Mel's face, contorted with lust. She sensuously ran her tongue over her upper lip.

Then she opened her eyes, gazed straight at Dylan, and smiled. He shivered.

It was the smile of a predator.

LaGory reached down and tenderly lifted Melissa from the pile of half-conscious bodies.

"Let us celebrate our love, my dear, and your initiation into my harem."

He kissed her, and their tongues dueled as he carried her over to the altar. He bent her over at the waist and positioned himself behind her as she moaned lustfully.

"Ah, yes, Dylan," he taunted. "We could use some music. Sing that pathetic little ditty you wrote for her. What's it called? 'Melissa's Song?'"

"Go to hell, LaGory!"

"I will - in good time." LaGory's brows knitted. He was not accustomed to defiance. "Sing the song, boy."

"Make me, you son of a bitch!" Dylan hissed through clenched teeth.

LaGory roared in fury now. His eyes turned blood red as he sought out Dylan's mind, sought to vanquish and crush it.

He met with a powerful, unexpected wall of resistance. The vampire took a confused step backward, then redoubled his efforts. Beads of sweat popped out on his forehead.

'No! This isn't possible! He's...he's beating me, forcing me back!' LaGory desperately sent out a silent call for help.

Dylan's confident grin suddenly vanished. His eyes flew open wide, and he screamed as four more minds joined LaGory's in the assault on his consciousness. He felt as if a spike had been driven through his brain. He sagged back in his bonds, spent and defeated.

LaGory stood behind Melissa again. He grabbed her hips and entered her with one smooth thrust, and she moaned throatily, tossing back her head.

"Now, boy," LaGory said in a low, dangerous voice. "Sing the song."

Unable to resist, the youth began to sing in a raspy, quavering voice.

Melissa soothes the hurt of being lonely,
She understands the heartache and the pain.

He sang louder, trying to drown out the wet sounds of their coupling.

She tells you that your life's too short for cryin',
And then she leaves you smilin' once again.

But does she ever cry inside when no one else is lookin'?
And is she ever sad for just a while?

"Oh, Nilos...oh, yes...hhhhhhh....please..."

Dylan had never heard a tone like that in her voice before. It was guttural, and...slutty.

"Unnnggghhh! Ahhhh - give it to me!"

And I don't need her tears to remind me,
How beautiful it is to see her smile.

Melissa is as lovely as the springtime,
Gentle as an angel, soft and kind.
Every day of life's a celebration,
Think of all the love...

Suddenly, LaGory bowed his back, bellowing, and Melissa shrieked in ecstasy.

Dylan stopped singing and began to sob quietly.

"Ah, Dylan, thank you for the music," LaGory said, smirking. "Very nice mood setter. And since you did such a good job, here's a little reward for you!"

The vampire carried the girl over to the operating table and dropped her on top of Dylan.

"Make love to her, boy," LaGory hissed. "You know you want to. Entertain us."

Dylan stared up into the beautiful, evil face of Melissa Westfall. Only this wasn't Mel, not really.

But still...

He found her eyes, and stared unafraid into their hard, garnet depths, seeking her mind, probing deeper, deeper...

Then he was inside.

It was dark, pitch black, like the middle of the night. Then a bright crimson fog spread across the floor and coalesced into Melissa's naked vampire form. She hissed at him, and took on the shape of the bat creature.

Dylan smiled tightly and morphed into the golden Wolf. He towered over her and roared.

"Go away!" he snarled. "I want to talk to Melissa!"

The vampire thing broke and ran in terror, and suddenly sunlight flooded the blackness.

He glanced down at himself and saw that he was dressed in his favorite tennis shirt and blue jeans. He recognized this place.

He was home, back at Vorcla's Lake, in the beautiful, verdant forests of his family estate in Michigan. It was his favorite place.

Their favorite place.

"Melissa? Mel!"

"Dylan! Over here!"

Melissa!

She was on the other side of the lake, across the sparkling water, dressed in her tied-off checked shirt and jeans. He sprinted as fast and as hard as he could, and she raced out to meet him. He crushed her in his arms, tears of joy coursing down his face. They kissed hungrily, smothering each other. Then she pulled back.

"Oh, honey, I'm so scared! I don't know what's going on. What are we doing here?"

He tried to think of a good answer, but even as he did, her eyes widened, and tears trickled from their corners.

"I'm dead, aren't I?" she quavered. "Oh, God, no!"

She collapsed against him, sobbing, and he comforted her, hugging her tightly.

"I wish it was as simple as that, Mel," he said, stroking her coppery hair. "LaGory killed you and turned you into a vampire. There's got to be a cure for it! Don't worry - I'll find it. But in the meantime, you have to remember who you are. Don't let the bat thing control you. You are Melissa - my Melissa."

"I...I'll try to remember," she promised. "I can feel it...clawing at my mind even now. But I'll..."

She stopped. Her eyes widened, and she blushed.

"Oh...my! What's happening to me? I feel..." She trailed off, even more embarrassed.

Dylan smiled and kissed her forehead. "We're making love," he said. "Let's not waste it."

He kissed her tenderly, and their minds blended together and merged, becoming one. Each experienced what the other felt - his hungry, burning need for her, and her slow-building desire for him, and they controlled it, commanded it, so that they climbed in synch to the same peak together.

When the climax came, they held on tightly to each other as they soared high above the forests, far above the ground.

And then the tranquil scene faded around them, and they were back in the dungeon. She was kissing him fiercely as they fought to regain their breath, their sweaty, naked bodies joined together.

"I love you, Dylan," she whispered.

"I love you too, Mel," he said urgently. "Remember who you are!"

She nodded. "I will - I promise."

But then she sat up, and her blue eyes hardened into crimson agates. Her nose and lips curled up in a snarl as she hopped off the operating table.

LaGory applauded slowly, mockingly. "Bravo!" he exclaimed. "What a virtuouso performance. You kept us all entertained, my children."

He waved a hand. White flowing gowns formed over his brides, and he himself was dressed in black evening clothes and a matching cape - classic movie-style Dracula accouterments. He shrugged.

"What can I say? Old Bela had style, I'll give him that. Besides, I look good in black."

Dylan gasped in pain suddenly as an IV needle was plunged into his arm and taped down.

"We have much to do tonight, Dylan," LaGory said. "We're going to paint the town red. You, on the other hand, are going to begin to slowly, painfully die."

The vampire opened the valve, and Dylan watched in helpless horror as the deadly silver nitrate slowly trickled down the tube, centimeter by centimeter.

When it entered his system, he shrieked in agony and arched up off the table, jerking and thrashing violently as the poison crept through his body. He screamed, and sobbed and gasped and panted. His lean form was quickly bathed in sweat.

"Aaaaahhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God, stop! P-please take it out!"

"That must hurt like hell," LaGory said, chuckling. "Your father said it felt like acid in his veins. Well, enjoy your evening, boy. I'll check on you before I turn in tomorrow morning."

He gestured to his brides, and they strode away from the screaming youth.

All except Melissa.

"D-Dylan?" she said in a small voice.

"Melissa - come here," LaGory commanded.

She stepped toward the table, her beautiful face wreathed in horror and sympathy.

"COME HERE - NOW!!" the Vampire Master roared.

She turned away and hurried to join the others. The vampires assumed the forms of large bats and flew through a barred window halfway up the cell wall.

And behind them, Dylan Vorcla screamed and cried and struggled until his vocal cords bled, and he finally, mercifully passed out...


To Be Continued...

['Ginnis]

Oh man, great work Rick. I love how you're setting up the mental capabilities. It's like they themselves are wrapped in a shell of vampirisim and inside their actual selves are trapped. It's very intriguing. Heart wrenching stuff with the song, I'm glad you've kept it as a reappearing object. MORE.

[Vorcla]

Thanks, Kara. I think that the mental capabilities are a big part of what (hopefully) makes this work. It's tragic, really. Neither of these two kids asked for the curses that have been inflicted on them - Dylan by birth, and Melissa by the wisecracking and thoroughly evil Vampire Master, LaGory. The heart wrenching thing is that, inside the hideous bat monster is sweet, innocent Melissa, but she's not strong enough to throw off the influences of the creature and LaGory. Dylan, on the other hand, is more than powerful enough. He can hold his own with LaGory, and he can control the Wolf.

Except at the time of the full moon - the amok time...

Thanks, as always, for your comments.

[Jimbalaya]

That was fantastic...and gruesome! The song was particularly sad. Vorcla's misery is palpable in this piece. The harem, while hot, are extremely nasty, especially when they turn into overstuffed flying rats!

It seems that Vorcla's doom is nigh. Obviously not, but it will be something to see how he gets out of this mes. I'll like to think that Mel will be able to control enough of herself to descretely slip the I.V. needle out.

Very well done here, Rick, as usual. I'm enjoying this story more and more!

[dearest]

The song, the song! That was so heartbreaking and disturbing all at the same time. Poor dylan! Nice bit of characterization with the lakeside scene; interesting to know that Mel is still in there somewhere. It should be interesting to see how that part of her fights against the vampiric side. Great work, as always.

[Venomous Vixen]

I thought I had commented here, lol, I guess not. This was a brutal installment, the way LaGory just messed with Dylan's emotions, first jealousy and rage, and then the experience of Melissa, ouch and then the silver nitrate IV. I think this may be my favorite one so far in the series purely for the different levels of pain and torture he endures, and the extent of LaGory's evil spirit. I was happy to see him break through to Melissa for at least a few moments. It felt almost like a goodbye, like the opportunity they may have never had and yet they did. Somehow it almost felt like a happy ending though I know it was far from. Very well done!

[Vorcla]

Thank you, Bri. Hopefully the scene with Dylan and Melissa when they join minds is sufficiently heart-wrenching. There's some heavy-duty emotion there. And LaGory - Kara and I want him to be the epitome of evil, and yet charming and sophisticated and urbane at the same time. Thanks for your comments, hun - they always mean a lot to me.

[Lubesh]

I wondered when it came to it...could he, but the Mind thing and finding her which gives some hope....some epic story weaving in this chapter - bloody, erotic, mind bending but full and 'fluid and I am moving on...I think Dylan has a lot more up his sleeve also.

[Vorcla]

Thank you, Lu. I'm flattered. Glad you're enjoying this.

[katofmystery]

Ohh. . . I have a lot of catching up to do!

[Vorcla]

*cracks whip* Then you'd best get started! Thanks for reading, Kat!

[RENA HANDS]

Did you intend [b]‘burning coals,’[/B]...Her eyes were as read as (burning coals,) buning coals,(?)

I maybe wicked, but I found the ‘feeding’ of the woman screaming about her baby...FUNNY!

And the line about LaGory thanking Dylan for already being ‘dammed,’...COMICAL!

What is the difference between using ‘quivered,’ or ‘quavered?’ You’ve done this in a previous write, but I’m now just asking of it.

What about making it a bit more personal now...'COME HERE-NOW!!' her Vampire Master roared.(?)

More Vorcla, more! A rating of 5/5!

[Vorcla]

You are wicked, hun! Thanks for commenting.

As far as it goes, "quivered" and "quavered" are pretty much the same; they can be used interchangeably.

Thanks again - 5/5 - wow!

[timtornado3721]

And she kept transforming, wrenching a hoarse, inarticulate scream of terror form Dylan.

Is this sentence correct? I just can't tell.

Bloody great Rick.

[Vorcla]

Nice catch! Thanks for the read and the comment, Tim.