“You’re grandmother visited you in the hospital?”
“No. She’s dead.” Nia’s voice rang hollow like an empty grave.
“You had a near-death experience. They come, you know. They come for you.”
“Who?”
“Your loved ones on the other side. I’ve heard stories in my own family. You know, tales, myths of sorts. It’s true.”
“She lost.”
“What do mean?” Andy parked now in the packed dorm lot and got out to open Nia’s door for her. They stepped out onto the dead, trodden leaves.
“I’m here now with you,” she beamed taking his hand, not letting it go. The moonlight struck her face, and she almost glowed underneath its touch.
Andy squinted under the brightness of her and squeezed her fingers. “You’re so cold Nia; let’s get some food in you.”
“No, I want to go to your room. I want to lie down.” She raised one brow at him.
He awkwardly smirked, turning away from her as if battling some internal conflict. “Okay,” he said locking his car drawing her along.
They received many a peculiar look from their counterparts as they entered the dorm lobby and pressed the elevator button up. People actually turned to watch them enter the steel coffin.
The doors dinged closed, and Nia leaned close into Andy, unzipping his black, dated jacket. He wore a white t-shirt underneath. She snuck a finger under it and ran it along his thin, soft stomach. “Oh, Andy,” she teased, moving down to undo the top button of his jeans.
“Nia.” He leaned back against the woody elevator wall.
Feeling at his firm alter-ego, he moaned under her grip. She rebuttoned his button as the elevator dinged open.
Naughty Nia.
“I know,” she admitted to the voice.
“You know what?” Andy was going crazy now, absolutely crazy—she knew his mind was reeling; he was aching for more. “This way.” Now Nia pulled him along to their room. She kicked the door open and led him to his bed under the fake ceiling stars.
Andy turned on the lights.
“No. Lights off, Andy. On the bed now.”
He did as ordered and laid back after removing his jacket.
She flipped her red leather jacket, black tank, and black jeans to the floor, wearing just the red lacy bra and red thong that Andy had brought for her to wear. She slowly advanced and climbed the bed to straddle him, bumping up and down a little, cupping her breasts. He certainly was hopping friendly underneath her.
Andy exhaled reeling in lust and what he thought was true love.
The newly damned leaned down close now and ran her hands over his white T. “Off with this.” They both clumsily removed his shirt, tossing it on the cardboard alien. She ran a nail right down the center of his body and shifted down so she could unbutton his pants. “Off!” The jeans popped loose, and she teased his tight whites off the same way. “Oh my, Andy. I had no idea.”
He smiled proudly and nodded for her to have some. Carefully slipping her mouth over the hot goodness—taking it all in so deep that Andy purred in a never-ending moan. It only took a couple strokes, a little lick, and Andy almost burst, but Nia left that stick alone and moved up to his neck.
“Oh my God,” he said. “Oh my God.”
“Oh my God,” she repeated, licking his wanton carotid.
Just as he wanted to die, she wanted him to die too. The feeling was overwhelming, his blood pumped strong with every vessel glowing under his unsuspecting skin. Every blood cell dashed along a track to hell. Reveling in the feel of it, a thought flashed in Nia’s mind. She shot her head back up, as if the insatiable hunger dipped for just a second. This is Andy. He’s innocent. He’s done nothing to hurt me. She watched him there, trapped in her web.
The voice interrupted: I did not make you one of us to turn you into that which you loathe—the normal, the weak. Now feed, my Nia, feed and enjoy.
The voice rang true; the orders were made.
Licking her teeth, Nia felt them lengthen and sharpen. She whipped her head back down and bit hard into Andy’s hot, salty flesh. The blood pumped into her mouth—the sweet iron washed down her throat and into her ravenous belly. Andy moaned in bliss, moaned in want. She knew what he was after and gave him his last wish, so she stroked his shaft as she sucked the red from his neck. As Andy popped his last pop of his lonely moribund life, Nia took his last drop of blood in her mouth and watched her first victim succumb to the black abyss, an eternal sleep.
Reaching for his shirt, Nia wiped her mouth and her hands and stole away from his bed. “What have done?” She couldn’t take her eyes off the lifeless body. “What have I done? What have I become? What am I?”