Matthew at home
“I’ll have to admit, I was a little turned off when you said that you did not remember meeting me,” Matthew sighed, his arm curled around Black Widow.
“You have to understand,” Black Widow urged, “I was scooped. I went out with a guy old enough to be my father. I went into his shop as a customer and somehow left with a date, forgetting the actual business I had to do. We went out, and after dinner, he took me to an upscale bar. I was drinking Bailey’s and Godiva white chocolate with Van Gogh chocolate vodka, which mixed together is fairly dense. In such a thick drink, I could not tell that he had tampered with my drink.”
“I thought you turned a little tipsy pretty quick.”
“Well, just as he slipped it to me, I got the phone call to leave,” Black Widow explained. “My neighbor ensured that I would not be in danger, having Krystal and Elizabeth come to meet me at a specified hour. I don’t really remember the bar at all, which I guess is where we met. The girls told me I almost fell off my chair and that I dropped some shot that was bought for me.”
“I bought that shot for you, a round for all of you when they came to meet you,” Matthew said, sounding almost hurt at her lack of memory.
“Nothing is really coming back to me, just some bits and pieces,” Black Widow mumbled. “I guess I met Brad that night, too. He’s a little upset that I don’t remember meeting him, too. The only way I could try to put it back together was by going out with both of you. I knew that my judgment could not have been all that bad, even if I was that fucked up.”
“You just went out with two strangers?”
“It wasn’t strangers necessarily,” Black Widow defended. “I had met you both before, I just didn’t remember. I know that I liked playing pool with you and Jacques a couple nights after we met.”
“And so now you’re in my bed?”
Black Widow cooed, “good sex is hard to find.”
“It is,” Matthew pushed Black Widow back on the bed, spreading her legs and going down to make a moister wetness. Taunting her, he looked up, “oh, look at the torture I put you through. You poor, Dear. Oh, what’s this?” He held up a long strand of hair.
“Are you going to use it for voodoo?”
“Yes,” he shoved the hair down his pants and tied it around his penis. “Now you are stuck on my cock, it’s as simple as that. Come here.” Swooping her fatigued body up into his arms, he kissed her gently, longingly. “You are the breath of fresh life that I needed so badly.”
Slipping his tongue into her mouth in an erotic French kiss, he twirled her hair and stroked her head. In a gentle motion, he tilted her head backward, exposing her neck. The sight of her throbbing juggler vein made his teeth grow, but she could not see in the light.
Gingerly applying his mouth to her neck, he sucked her blood lovingly, becoming light-headed with the entrance of fresh young blood into his veins. The energy of her being shocked him, making a smile grow into a face of surprise. Her blood was already the strength of an elder vampire, causing his head to whirl with ecstasy.
Careful to pry his lips off of her, he cut the vein of his penis and slowly guided her head to his cock. Sucking the fluid like a milkshake, Black Widow made sure to swallow each drip of precious blood from her lover.
A Woman’s voice
Hearing the bathroom door click shut after Matthew ran down the hall with his cellular phone, Black Widow lay back on her propped up arms, looking around the room. Seeing no signs of women’s clothing, she flopped down onto the bed, body flat, closing her eyes, justifying to herself that she could not have known.
Heart sinking with the realization that Matthew was only another sucking from her, she slowly inhaled a deep breath. When her lungs were almost full, she paused in stricken terror, realizing that her presence was not the only one in the room.
A dark, jealous orb flittered in between shadows, stalking Black Widow. Closer and closer, the orb ordered her out of the bed and out of the room. Black Widow merely watched the darkness swirl around the room, aggravated by her stubbornness.
“You are not welcome,” a woman’s voice hissed. “This is my territory. He is my slave, and I have already staked claims on him.”
“Finder’s keepers, losers weepers,” Black Widow toyed with the Dark Entity.
“He is mine, and I will keep him. I’ve put too much training into him, too much energy.”
“You let him suck from you too much, now he is using his powers combined with yours. Age is not on your side any more, and now he is rebelling against you,” Black Widow cursed.
“I will not recant. My abilities speak for themselves. You will fear me, whether I must perform a vulgar display of power or not.” She barked angrily, “you are too young. You have no experience in this realm, Little One. Don’t take up a challenge that you are not prepared for, because you will lose. I’ll give you time, but you must leave my territory and my man. Unless you take me, you are not welcome here.”
“Thanks, but I already have one old hag trying to make me her lesbian trophy,” Black Widow snorted. “I might leave the situation, but your man is the one who tied me around his cock. Explain to me why he is doing spells to keep me if he loves you so much. Truth sucks. I am just as disgusted at his dishonesty, but I am not looking to make this a group thing. I am too well-traveled for that. I have my own on call.”
“Have it your way. Just leave us be.” The dark orb shrank in size, falling back into shadows as the bathroom door clicked open. When Matthew was visible at the end of the hall, the blinds over the window gave a shutter; the movement was odd, considering that the windows were closed to any kinds of winds, save those unnatural.
“Sorry about that,” Matthew muttered. “I had to take that phone call, and I couldn’t have you being heard in the background.”
“Yeah,” Black Widow laughed half-heartedly, “I don’t think your girl likes the fact that I’m here, and I think she knows that I am in your bed.”
“Oh yeah?” Matthew’s eyebrow cocked up with interest.
“I could have sworn I felt a presence in here while you were on the phone,” Black Widow confessed.
“Oh, really?” Matthew questioned, “what was her name?”
Blood Cooking
“I’m telling you, it will add just the right kick to the sandwiches,” Charlie insisted.
“It seems a little strange to me, as I’ve never thought of trying it,” Black Widow said with uncertainty.
“You want to talk about an underused ingredient? This is it. You will be amazed at the extra zing that it gives the flavor, and how good you’ll feel after eating it,” Charlie remarked. “Just give me your hand real quick. Nevermind. Watch me, and then you can.”
Closing his hand on the double-sided dagger, Charlie pulled the knife through his hand, cutting open his flesh elegantly. Smiling excitedly, he licked at the stream of blood from his hand, making his way over to the bread of the sandwich. Allowing the stream of blood to drip onto the upper sides of the buns, like ketchup being added, he passed the knife to Black Widow. “You said if I did it that you would, too. Just imagine how good it will taste with both of our blood in every bite.”
“Fine,” Black Widow snatched the dagger from his hand. Biting her lip, she looked at Charlie anxiously, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she cut the palm of her hand open. Pupils dilating at the sight of the blood, her tongue flickered at the oozing red liquid from her hand before she added her bodily fluid to the sandwiches as well. Ensuring the tops of both pieces of bread were sufficiently covered, she sucked at her open wound.
“Look at you sucking like a little baby,” Charlie teased. “That wound is going to close up soon, and you will still be sucking, won’t you?”
“So?” Defensively, she pulled her hand from her mouth and watched in amazement as her wound began to heal itself at rapid speed. Blood no longer had an outlet to flow out of, just like he had warned. A frown crossed her face.
“Don’t look so down,” Charlie handed her a sandwich. “This will cheer you right up, as it has two flavors at once. Think of it as eating a sacrament, like the holy bread in church.”
Accepting the bread, Black Widow bit into the sandwich and her mind reeled. Colors seemed to brighten, and a wave of intoxicating dizziness passed over her. “You’re right.”
“Isn’t it delicious?” Charlie spoke with his mouth full. “We should eat this everyday. It’s not too high in fat, either, much like a health food, really.”
“It does taste pretty damned good,” Black Widow agreed. “It seems to be just what the doctor ordered.”
“I know, and you’ve been under so much stress lately,” Charlie cooed understandingly. “I still say you need a vacation.”
“Well, I was supposed to go up to the Coventry Gathering with Brad, but I just could not make it in such short of time as he wanted to leave. Honestly, I’m just not sure I wanted to be involved in that situation, especially after that same girl showed up on two different dates.”
“Oh, that reminds me,” Charlie cleaned his canines with his tongue. “Elizabeth is going up to the Coventry Gathering. Well, she wants to, and she has an extra ticket. She does not want to go alone though. She said to tell you that she is leaving on Wednesday.”
“Really?”
“There’s the phone if you want to call her,” Charlie grinned like a goblin keeping a secret. “I thought you might be interested in going.”
KIESER
Waving goodnight to Brad, Black Widow closed the door, ventured into the living room, plopped down on the couch and curled up under a blanket. Looking around the empty apartment, she thought herself to be alone, so she was startled when Kieser opened the door to his room.
Mumbling low to a large black man who exited the room behind him, Black Widow’s mind raced to the possibility of some sort of gay experience that her presence could have disturbed. She watched as the couple walked to the front door, babbled for a minute, then returned to the living room.
A wicked grin stretched across Kieser’s lips. “Would you like to watch a movie?”
“I’m pretty tired, actually,” Black Widow yawned. “We went out to a gallery opening tonight, and I’m pretty buzzed from the concert afterwards. What do you have? Anything good?”
“Put on what we were watching,” the black man piped up.
“That’s exactly what I was going to do,” Kieser said before disappearing into his room. He reappeared with a video tape, sliding it into the player.
The black man licked his lips. “Do you have anything to drink?”
“I’ll go get something,” Kieser offered, heading towards the door.
Black Widow looked confused. “Are you leaving?”
“I’ll be right back,” Kieser promised, winking at the black man. “This guy will keep you in good company; he’s a good friend of mine.” He disappeared out the front door.
The black man picked up the remote from the table, pressing the play button and exposing a nude couple engaged in the act of sex.
“What movie is this?” Black Widow arched one eyebrow suspiciously.
Grinning, the black man answered, “this is some of the finest porno you can find.”
“Oh yeah?” Black Widow sat back and observed what appeared to be a crack whore taking a dick in the ass. “This does not look that spectacular to me. Ya know, I’m really tired, and I don’t think I’m up for this.”
“Just sit back and watch,” the black man pleaded. “Look at how she does that,” he remarked about the girl sucking on the penis that just got pulled out of her ass. “You know, black girls are not into oral sex too much, but I hear that white girls are. I’ve never been with a white girl though, so I don’t know. Do you give blow jobs?”
“Not at random, and especially not on a cock that just came out of my ass,” she snorted.
“I hear that you party,” the black man explained. “Would you like a party favor?”
“Sure, just throw it into a drink.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” she chuckled. “Everyone makes fun of me for drinking my blood.”
“Hey, whatever floats your boat. I’m not going to judge. Let me break it up, because it’s a little chunky.” The black man broke up a red chunk, powdering it into a glass of orange juice. “OJ is all we have.”
“That’s fine,” Black Widow slurred slightly. He handed her a drink, and she took a tiny sip before setting it down on the table. She watched him eagerly power up more for her drink, then put a chunk into a pipe. It seemed odd to her that blood would chunk together like that. “Is that pure blood you’re smoking?”
Blowing a huge cloud of smoke in her direction, the black man giggled evilly. “Sure. Drink more.”
DOES BLACK WIDOW PARTY MORE?
YES, Lights Out
NO, Uncomfortable at Home
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