"I'm so horny," she whispered to him, closing the stall door and unbuttoning his pants. "We haven't had sex in days!"
She slid his jeans down to his knees, along with his briefs, and turned her back to Marek, leaning forward and bracing her hands on the toilet. He lifted her dress, pushed aside the narrow waistband of her thong, and entered her in one powerful movement, not bothering to remove her panties. Violetta so aroused him that he forgot everything else. He made love to her, focusing solely on her sexy body.
As they arrived at her house in a taxi, the boy's excitement faded and he fell into a depression, thinking of his poor sister and the cruel murderer. He resented himself for briefly forgetting her death at the station while he made love to Violetta. Depression, anger, and helplessness caused him to stop speaking to his lover and withdraw into himself.
"What's wrong with you, my stallion?" Violetta asked, stripping off everything except her corset.
He didn't say anything. He tossed the Portsmonth Times onto her bed. She quickly read the article about Ann Glane's murder.
"I'm so sorry, darling," she hugged him and kissed him.
"The funeral's tomorrow at eleven a.m.," he replied without looking at her.
"We'll have some wine. It'll ease your pain." She stood up and went to get a bottle of the blood-red liquor.
Mark decided it was a good idea for a moment's forgetting of his recent painful experiences. With a little help from Violetta, he drank a bottle and a half of wine, and before falling asleep, he found solace in the arms of the scorched girl, making wild and passionate love to her. This woman had such a powerful effect on him that one touch was enough for him to lose his mind and forget about the dawn.
*****
He was awakened by the first rays of the rising sun, shining directly into his eyes. He lay naked next to the sleeping girl, bare as nature had intended her. A discarded blanket covered the floor between the bed and the bookshelf.
She still wore that corset! Why did she never take it off? Fred said he shot her and she was mortally wounded. Nonsense! There must be another reason... He looked at the woman. She was sleeping on her back, breathing heavily. Her breasts, slid free of the corset, unlaced at the top, rose and fell rhythmically. He thought he looked very sexy—with his legs slightly spread, his pubic hair shaved, and one arm behind his head. He felt his manhood grow.
He was about to wake Violetta to repeat their nightly lovemaking when he remembered Fred's words again. His excitement instantly vanished. He decided to check if the mad old man was telling the truth. He leaned over the girl's head. She was sound asleep, panting softly. He gently touched her lips with his fingers, watching carefully to see if she would wake. Slowly, he lifted the corners of the girl's mouth. He froze in horror. Violetta had fangs much larger than her other teeth! Like a vampire!
Mark sat up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat. His thoughts were racing wildly. "It's impossible! She can't be a werevampire. Fred lied! Violetta didn't kill my loved ones. I love her! She loves me too! Such a wonderful creature couldn't hurt anyone, let alone kill anyone! Okay, but why did the murderer only go around when Violetta was in Portsmonth? And why did he target my relatives? Is it a coincidence? Who will die next? Maybe my mother! I have to stop it!"
A ray of sunlight slowly and imperceptibly moved across the floor to a shelf of old, precious books. He glanced at a bright yellow spot. It illuminated the edges of a thick, green leather-bound volume. "Vampires, Strigoi, and Other Monsters," he read the inscription in embossed gilded letters. He had never paid attention to this book before. He wasn't interested in such topics and didn't believe vampires existed.
He stood and picked up the thick volume. He opened it to the table of contents. The book was a lexicon, with entries arranged alphabetically. He looked for the letter "W." Vampires, vampirism—he turned the page and felt a surge of fear. Were-vampires—page 568. He quickly flipped to the entry he was interested in.
"Were-vampires are a rare mutation of vampires, created by crossing a female vampire with a human. This strange and terrifying species was first encountered in Kiev in 1731. They are almost indistinguishable from humans. They lack such vampire-like traits as an allergy to light and garlic, and a lack of reflection in a mirror. The only external difference is their very long fangs. However, the size, shape, and function of were-vampires' internal organs are significantly different from those of humans. They feed identically to humans, with one exception: they cannot survive for more than five to seven days without consuming human blood. A bite from a male causes infection with were-vampirism; females are not contagious. An infected human becomes a were-vampire within three to five months. The first symptoms of were-vampirism are increased aggression, sexual drive, and a craving for fresh, raw meat, which in the later stages of the disease develops into fits of rage, an uncontrollable lust for blood and murder, and scavenging. and cannibalism and various types of sexual perversions, from sadism and bestiality to very frequent necrophilia.”
Mark stopped reading. The article about Ann's death flashed before his eyes. "The psychopath ripped through her carotid arteries, sawed off one arm, and probably bit off the other... the victim was raped, probably after death..." He felt sick. The murderer had first killed, then raped his sister! His beloved Ann, who had always been a volcano of energy and joy! And now she lay in the morgue, dead, desecrated, and mutilated, and in a few hours her funeral was to begin! By all the demons of hell! Why couldn't he have prevented this?! If he had managed to kill Freud sooner, then Ann...
He heard Violetta stir. He glanced behind him. The girl had rolled onto her left side and was still asleep, facing him. He took a few deep breaths, calmed down a bit, and read on quickly:
"Males are sterile. Females only become pregnant with humans, which is easy to do, as they usually look like very attractive women and behave in a highly provocative manner. Pregnancy in werevampires lasts three months. It is practically invisible until the second month. The only symptom is the bright yellow walls of the vagina. Very often, during pregnancy or shortly after giving birth, females kill the father of their child, morbidly fearing for the safety of their litter.
A young werevampire looks terrifying, like a cross between a bat, a rat, and a hyena. In the early stages of life, it feeds exclusively on mother's milk, blood, and raw meat, later becoming omnivorous. Only after six months does it begin to resemble a human, and by the age of two, apart from its abnormally long fangs, it is practically indistinguishable from a human child. If it is a male, it will also be able to infect others after reaching adulthood.
Werevampires cannot be killed ." Silver and an aspen stake, like vampires. Due to their thick skin and incredible regenerative abilities, they are also highly resistant to firearms. Although silver, if it manages to penetrate the thick protective layer of skin, creates very extensive, deep, and putrefying wounds that can lead to death over time, the only sure way to kill a werevampire is to use a special metal sling. Its composition is not fully known. It is known to contain silver, mercury, lead, carbon, methyl bromide, and several other substances.
The werevampire population is small, and its increase due to the infection of humans with vampires is negligible, because due to their high aggression, males in most cases kill those they bite. Pregnancies in females impregnated by humans are more frequent. Currently, their number is estimated at between a dozen and several dozen, but some experts claim that this figure is significantly underestimated.
Mark put the book back on the shelf. He was pale as a sheet, and his heart was pounding furiously. He glanced back. Violetta had fallen back onto her back. He sat down beside her and gently unlaced the corset. He pulled it open. He barely managed to keep himself from screaming. The festering, deep wound above her navel was enormous! He'd never seen anything like it in his life. With trembling hands, he covered the girl's belly with the corset. His heart was pounding furiously.
He needed to check something else to be sure. He touched Violetta's womb with his fingers. He looked at her face. She was still asleep, breathing heavily. Very slowly and gently, he spread her labia and the entrance to her vagina. One look was enough. For a split second, his heart stopped. The walls of her vagina were a vibrant yellow!
"What are you doing?" the woman's voice almost made him jump.
"What you love, darling." He kissed her most intimate area.
He settled between the girl's legs to begin his lover's oral caresses. The girl moaned softly with pleasure as he kissed, licked, and sucked her rosebud. She wrapped her legs around Marek's head, intertwining them on his back. She was quickly becoming wet. Mark exerted himself like never before in his life. He passionately caressed the woman with his mouth and tongue. Fortunately for him, Violetta couldn't see his frightened, pale face.
When the girl began to lift her hips, wracked by spasms of pleasure, he knew she was close to orgasm. Then something sharp plunged into the back of Marek's head with great force.
"So now you know!" she said, her voice full of anger.
He screamed in pain. He tried to wriggle free from the grip of the woman's thighs, but Violetta held him tightly between her legs. He expected another blow. He blindly shielded himself with his hand. Just in time. A sharp object, undoubtedly aimed at his head, pierced his hand. He panicked. Was he going to die like this?! With his nose in the vagina of his beloved girlfriend?
A thought flashed through his mind like lightning. An idea for a way to free himself. He bit her in the most sensitive spot on her body. A deafening scream rent the air. Violetta released him and slid to the floor. The pain of her injured clitoris radiated through her entire body.
Mark ripped a large hairpin from his hand. Blood poured from the wounds on his head and arm. He wanted to escape, but the only way out of the bedroom was where the woman lay. He ran around the bed as the girl stood up. The unbuttoned blood-red corset fell to the floor. In one swift movement, she pulled a knife with a large, double-edged blade from under the pillow. The boy jumped back.
Violetta growled menacingly, like an enraged Doberman. She looked terrifying – naked, her eyes bloodshot with rage, her mouth wide open, revealing large, sharp fangs, the knife in her hand, and a huge, festering wound on her stomach. The lovers were separated only by a large bed.
"What, are you crazy?!" Mark shouted. "I love you, and you want to kill me?"
"I wanted to spare you, but the continuation of the species is most important." Violetta replied in a choked voice. "The call of blood is stronger. I have to kill you before you kill me!
" "I don't want to kill myself! You're the love of my life!
" "Now you say that! If you saw our child, you would murder it without hesitation!
" "I would never kill my own child!
" "I know what I'm talking about! I've been through this many times!"
She jumped across the bed at him. He barely managed to dodge. As she fell to the floor, the girl's hip caught against the statue of a hero, knocking off his gigantic phallus. The stone man staggered but didn't fall. Mark leaped toward the window. He tripped over the covers. He stretched out as fast as he could. He quickly rolled onto his back. He made it just in time. Violetta was already falling on him, aiming the knife at his heart. The boy pulled his knees up to his chin. He planted his feet on her chest. With a quick, powerful extension of his legs, he launched the woman high into the air. She spun in the air and landed with a thud on the floor.
Violetta writhed in pain. Mark jumped to his feet. The woman rolled onto her stomach like a cat. She tried to get up as quickly as possible. She was already on all fours, with her back to the boy, when Mark reached her. He lifted his enormous, stone penis from the floor. With one powerful, very fast thrust, he thrust it between the girl's legs. Right into her anus. She screamed in pain. The man balled his hand into a fist and struck it like a hammer. He drove the phallus halfway down. He struck twice more. The hero's penis sank into her anus, all the way to her large, stone testicles. Violetta howled like a madwoman.
Mark wasted no time. He leaped to his pants and pulled a switchblade from his pocket. But a leap, and he was at the door. When he opened the door, he heard a woman's venomous voice:
"Close the door or I'll stab you!"
He slammed the door shut. He quickly turned around. He didn't want to risk being stabbed in the back. Violetta had already removed her phallus, and though the excruciating pain hadn't yet left her, she stood by the bed with the knife in her hand. Rivulets of blood were dripping down her thighs. She approached him. Mark pressed a button, releasing the blade. "I wonder how much that knife Fred gave me is worth," he thought, preparing for a mortal combat.
They paced the room in silence, avoiding stone statues and gazing into each other's eyes. The boy didn't want to attack first. He was afraid he might be fatally countered. Violetta was as fast as a tigress, and her knife had a blade twice as long as a switchblade. The distance between them was closing. Blood mixed with sweat ran down their bodies, glistening in the rays of the rising sun.
Mark decided to trick the girl. Standing facing the window, he squinted. He pretended the sun had blinded him. She fell for it. She struck like a cobra, aiming the knife at her stomach. The boy blocked the blow with his left hand. With a precise thrust, he plunged the switchblade into Violetta's heart. The woman winced in pain, looking more like an animal than a human. Mark twisted her arm. She let go of the hilt, and the knife fell to the floor.
The life was quickly draining from her. The mysterious metal alloy had done its job. The blood stain on the woman's chest was growing rapidly. Her eyes grew dull, and her body went limp.
"Forgive me," Mark said. "I had to do it before you killed me.
" "I've never felt as good with any man as I did with you," she whispered softly. "Kiss me..." she begged. "One last time..."
He leaned down to touch his lips to hers. They were millimeters away from a kiss when the girl's eyes flashed. She lowered her head quickly, wanting to sink her long, sharp fangs into his neck. He pushed her away at the last moment. She fell onto her back and lay still, lying between two stone nymphs.
Mark looked at his lover for a moment, then sat down on the bed. He buried his face in his hands and cried. This hadn't happened to him since he was a child. He cursed his cruel fate. In two weeks, he'd lost everyone he loved. A friend, a cousin, a sister. And now the woman he loved, the love of his life. His sister's funeral was in a few hours, and he felt like he wanted to die too. He pounded his fist on his knee in despair and bit his lip. Suddenly,
the door opened, and someone Mark hadn't expected stood there. The old man looked at Violetta's body, smiled wickedly, and said,
"You finally killed that bitch!" I see the knife came in handy…
"Get out!" the boy roared. "Because you'll be joining her soon!"
Mark stood up, picked up the knife from the floor, and lunged at Fred, about to throw him out the door.
"Easy, boy," the old man pointed the gun at him, which had appeared in his hand out of nowhere. "First we have to do something together, and then I'll go away, so don't get upset!
" "Where did you come from?" the boy stood so close to Fred that he was almost touching the barrel. "You said you couldn't get close to Violetta.
" "Not a living one, but a dead one—absolutely! Killed werevampires don't produce brain waves, so the amulet has nothing to convert into an energy field." He laughed maliciously and kicked the corpse.
"You asked where I came from... I was just walking through my beloved cemetery, my favorite cemetery alley along the walls, when I heard screams. They were coming from this very room. I stood there for a moment, and when the noise died down, I felt the energy field disappear. Before, I could feel his presence even a hundred meters away from that whore. I figured you'd taken care of her, so I dropped in for a chat.
"Listen, you lunatic!" Mark growled. "Your joking tone isn't amusing me at all, so stop your antics. And don't you dare call Violetta a whore again! I'm not afraid of your gun. You can kill me, but remember—I'm so close I could take you with me to the afterlife!
" "I don't think so, but I didn't come here to argue with you.
" "Why?
" "You've already made sure that this..." the old man bit his tongue. "That she was a werevampire, and pregnant with you, to boot." She has a small monster in her belly, and werevampire pups are so resilient that if they're old enough, they can eat their way through their mother's corpse and come out into the world. I don't think I need to explain the danger that would pose to everyone.
"So what next?" The boy guessed what Fred was getting at.
"We have to rip open her belly and kill the fetus! That's what I came here for! She killed my family, and I won't let her offspring run rampant and kill people.
" "Don't even think about it!" Mark took a few steps back. "I won't do it! I can't stop you, but I won't do anything to stop you.
" "I expected you to react like that. Just don't get in the way. Sit comfortably. The show begins! Curtain up!"
The boy sat on the bed with his back to the corpse. He didn't want to watch. He felt like he was about to go mad. His beloved had turned out to be a monster. And now she lies dead, about to be ripped open like a slaughtered pig!
Fred wasted no time. He yanked the switchblade from Violetta's chest and, with a deft movement, slit her abdomen from vagina to sternum. Then he made four longitudinal slashes across her torso, grasping the edges of the slashed flesh, and pulled as if opening a book. He now had access to the interior of the dead woman—a large, rectangular opening. He plunged the knife into it and slit the uterus. He pushed hard inside. He felt something impaled on the blade. He pulled.
Something screeched loudly, eerily. Mark instinctively turned around. He regretted it. A small, black, thirty-centimeter-long creature was pacing the floor. A nightmare from his worst nightmares. It had a short snout resembling a hyena's, a bulging, hairy body, and membranous wings like a bat's. It swished its long, hairless tail and screeched, sending shivers down the boy's spine. Its open mouth revealed small, sharp teeth and a black, narrow tongue. But the most terrifying thing about it were its eyes. The monster had large, dark, gleaming eyes, just like… Violetta's!
"Look! You have a son!" Fred scoffed. "So much like his dad...
" "Shut your mouth, you son of a bitch!" Mark shrieked shrilly. "What are you waiting for?! Kill him!
" "Okay, okay, don't get upset. Ladies, please close your eyes, because this is going to be a gruesome scene."
The boy buried his face in his hands. Tears of grief and humiliation welled up in his eyes. However, the sight of the living were-vampire fetus made no impression on the old man. He pressed the hideous monster to the floor with his boot and, with a deft movement, severed its head. He withdrew his foot and watched as the small, headless were-vampire ran around the bedroom. The creature scuttled between Mark's legs, rolled over, and ended its short life under the bed.
"And that's it!" Fred said loudly.
Mark stood up and, trying not to look at Violetta's corpse, headed for the door.
"What are you? Are you crazy," Fred stopped him. "You want to go outside naked in December?"
Only now did Mark notice he was still naked. He stepped back, and then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something moving in the woman's slit belly. The old man noticed it too. He leaned over the corpse and poked his switchblade into the slit uterus.
"Oh! Boy, you must have really pleased her! You have a daughter too!"
This was too much for Mark. With a groan, he sank to the floor. Fred didn't even look back. He pulled the second werevampire into the world and treated him exactly the same way he had treated his monstrous brother.
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