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Post by Jenny (Reffy) on Oct 15, 2010 3:42:28 GMT -5
THE FOLLOWING STORY IS 18+. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.Original Alonzo (The Writers' Cup: '09)
It was midnight in Los Angeles when Alonzo Asa stalked into the alleyway. His eyes were alert and his body tense, ready to pounce. He wore a gray pin-striped suit and white shirt, covered by a long black cloak. His hair was long and jet-black, pulled back in a small pony-tail. He was looking for something as he moved down the alleyway, peeking into windows and around doors. He watched the people, searching for the right one, the supple one, the one who would give him what he needed. It was a primal need, something that he required in order to live. It was like an animal that starved for fresh meat. It was the only thing he felt, as it coursed through his veins and pounded in his ribcage.
Alonzo had once been a man. He had been born into a well off and small family in the September of 1804. His family gave him what he needed as a boy. Work, discipline, and love but he was never happy. It was at twenty-two years of age that he met the coven that changed his life forever. He had been a floater in life, not settling anywhere, and not happy with the paths that lay out before him for the choosing. He'd met the girls in a seedy-bar after drowning his sorrows with whiskey. The coven had known of his indecision and gave him an offer that proved too difficult to resist. To join them and become something else, or be forever stuck within the day-to-day loop that society crawled. What could he hope for? Become a lecturer? Follow his father's trade and become a guard? None of his options really appealed to him.
Alonzo had thought about the offer long and hard, but the coven kept the pressure on. They sent girls to his door every day. The girls would do whatever he asked, and would tell him of wonders that he could have and possess. He need only say the word. They were ladies of the night who would do what he asked because they were being paid. He knew the coven had their own motives for changing him, but he was never able to figure that out. In the end he guessed it was because they had a score to settle, but they never told him of it. Eventually his curiosity overtook his senses and he went back to the coven. The girls performed the ritual that night, prepared in advance as if they knew he would be swayed.
Back in the alleyway not a thing moved, save from the occasional homeless person or cat knocking over bins. A full moon sailed high in the night sky, highlighting everything in swaths of white and black. It was a summer night, the balmy air heavy and thick, sticking to anything it could cling too. Alonzo barely registered the heat, despite the heavy cloak and suit. His eyes shifted quickly from left to right still searching. His footsteps gentle on the road to not alert anybody of his presence.
Most people were asleep and in their beds by now, or resting after a heavy day at work. It was hard times for the people of Los Angeles. The stock-market had crashed in 2009 and money was losing its value. Jobs started disappearing as the World plunged in to recession. People did what they could to get by, and attempted to ignore the stress that permeated every millimeter of their being. One such person was Elizabeth Garner. She worked as a receptionist over at the acting agency. Daily she has to deal with people who could not afford to miss out on any opportunity to get a job. The stress of the job and having no money showed on her, badly. She had been very pretty once. She used to have long curling blond hair that tucked into the small of her back, brown curious eyes, and a slender body. Now most of that had withered a little. Her hair hung loosely, most of its curls crumpled. Her eyes had faded a little, and her body crushed inwards as if to ward off the demons of the World.
Elizabeth was currently poised on a chair near the window reading a book she had in her lap, trying to catch some cool night air and relax. It was “Alice in Wonderland,” one of her favorites. She read it often, using it as an escape mechanism from the World's struggles. Her window hung over the alleyway that Alonzo stalked. It did not take long for him to spot her. He had almost stumbled in his movements when he did. He stood for the longest time watching her thumb over the pages as she read, occasionally pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He felt the dark rise in the pit of his stomach, as it always did. It was a nice feeling, he remembered. Every girl he had taken stirred up the same dark feeling that shook him with lust.
The coven had been quick to work the spell and then withdraw from the area, leaving Alonzo on the floor of the basement, wracked with pain. His eyes were closed against everything in the hope it would go away. It took him a great deal of time to sit up, feeling his body anew for the first time. Somehow the coven had changed him. His arms and legs weren't the ones he had gone into the spell with. They had become swollen with muscles. Even his chest had expanded. He had tried to stand up, almost falling over, when he felt something on his back and near the top of his buttocks. Gingerly he had reached behind his chest and felt spiny structures covered in skin, when he felt near his buttocks he felt what he could only assume was a tail. The coven had told him what he would be changed into. An Incubus. He had laughed at them, telling them it had been a tale and not real, but they had insisted it was. Now he guessed they were right.
It was as he was leaving the basement that he felt the first wave of need. It had struck him so hard that it had nearly toppled him off his feet. It whipped down his ribcage and bounded down his legs, shaking him. He needed a sweet, slender and supple girl. An innocent to take and make his slave. He wanted to ravish without caring for her. To tear her apart with ecstasy and excitement. To fulfill his need. Shocked by his new found lust, he was quick to rush home. Using the clothes he had arrived in he covered his new wings and tail as best he could. He went immediately to his room to think about what had happened. But being alone did not help, as he fought with the emotions and need. It was nearly an hour after his arrival back home that he remembered the little girl who worked the stables. She was a slave. She would give him what he wanted.
Alonzo moved along the alleyway a bit more, recovering his smooth attitude. He climbed the metal fire escape stairs up to her window, effortlessly, making it appear that this meeting had been planned between them. This direct approach worked every time. Nobody would turn away a dashing man like him, without having a natter first. All it took was a quick chat, a suggestion here, a wink there. Then she would be his to do with as he wished.
“Hello, ma'am,” he half leaned on the windowsill looking directly into her eyes.
Elizabeth had hardly seen him coming. She had been so enamored in the book she was reading. “Good evening.”
“What is that you are reading?” He purred, leaning closer so he could pretend to be interested.
“Alice in Wonderland, it's always been a favorite.”
“Good choice. Mind if I come in?” He looked directly into her eyes now, using his persuasive look to do all the talking. It was obviously working for Elizabeth had blushed and gotten out of her seat to invite him in. “Sure, I'll put the kettle on.”
The stable girl had been moving muck when Alonzo walked in, wobbling slightly. She had seen him and stopped her duties, ducking her head in the way she had always been instructed. She was young, only around seventeen, and working for her father. She had dirty blond hair that was kept short, with freckles that spread across her nose and cheeks. Alonzo didn't have to say much, he knew what she would want in ways she never knew possible. All he had to do was move, or touch, or whisper to her in a certain way. He sauntered up to her and took her arm, then gently whispered into her ear. You are mine. She had nodded, unable to say anything else. He could feel her shaking as he lead her into the back of the stables, away from other people.
It was there in the back of the stables that he sat her down, curiously gentle and removed her top. Her ample bosom fell out, barely visible in the dark. He reached out and stroked her face, then moved down her chest to her breast. She was still shaking but her emotions were numb to the situation. He took her breast into his hand, the pink flesh soft against his skin. His heartbeat sped up, knowing he was close to the tender release he needed. The sudden lust stirred in him, moved him into an almost frenzied state, as he ripped her skirt off. She yelped quietly at the rush, shocked and unsure, but unable to move from the spot. She felt trapped by his presence, as if hooked on some unseen fishing line. He leaned in closer again. You scared, girl? She nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. He purred back, I can feel it. Do not be afraid. He took her down with him then, plunging himself into her, whether she was ready or not.
Elizabeth moved to the kettle, flicking the switch to turn it on. “What's your name?”
“Alonzo,” he saw no reason in lying. “I'll take two teaspoons of sugar with my coffee, please.” Carefully he eased himself into the room, seating himself in the chair she had been sat in. He watched her work in the kitchen, preparing the drinks. He appreciated the way her hips swung as she moved occasionally, or the way she went on tippy-toes to reach the cups. Elizabeth noticed him looking at her, and blushed again. A small whisper in the back of her mind had started to nag at her about something but she ignored it.
“I'm Elizabeth,” she introduced, turning back as the kettle came back to a boil. She poured both cups and moved back to where Alonzo had taken her chair, passing his drink to him carefully. “How long are you staying in Los Angeles?” she tried.
“Not long,” Alonzo replied, carefree and easy. He had lived a long time. Long enough to have mastered the art of gently luring a lady in to a false sense of safety, letting them talk, think, and wonder. All the time the lady would speak, not realizing his thoughts, his needs. For a moment he could be normal. He liked that.
The stable girl had been his first. He had left her barely alive and losing a lot of blood. He had run from the scene; too ashamed and scared to stay, his human emotions still too raw to deal with. Confusion was rife within him, tearing his mind in two. He had enjoyed what he had done, the release had been exactly what he needed and more, but he was strewn with the guilt of what he had done to her. He never returned home and a few weeks later, while on the outskirts of the city he had heard that she had survived but was pregnant. The release did not last long and soon the gut-wrenching need was back, shaking him like a grass caught in the wind. He had to find another. He had to feel it again. He needed the sweet nectar once more.
Elizabeth settled down on the opposite seat and watched Alonzo. He was the perfect image of a man: kind, sweet, dashing, sexy, husband material perhaps. But there was a tiny whisper of worry that nagged in her head. It whispered -- run, get out! Do not let him touch you. It beat to a rhythm in her head, turning her thoughts to fear. She tried to set it from her mind but it was like a train coming down the track, to which she was tied.
“Pity you aren't staying longer,” she tripped over her words, unable to ignore the nagging thoughts, her eyes shifting from him to the cup a few times.
Alonzo took a sip from the mug, and then placed it on to the coffee table. He had seen this before. He was starting to lose his hold on her. She was listening to her conscience. “Don't worry, Lizzy,” he purred. “I won't hurt you. You know that? Don't you?”
Elizabeth moved away from Alonzo, but Alonzo was quick to move with her. Even with the quick movement he managed to keep his cool attitude as if nothing was going wrong. He knelt in front of her on one knee and stroking her cheek. “I wouldn't do a thing to hurt you, sweetheart. Look at me! Harmless, you see? I couldn't hurt you.”
“You would ...” she whispered, almost too scared to breathe.
“Lies! Come, I'll prove to you that I won't hurt you. You'll see.” Alonzo was starting to get irritated. For a moment, just a small moment, everything was normal. He liked the normal, and the way it felt, but now it was being snatched from him. Elizabeth could see his anger, but he didn't care now. She was here, he could touch her. He could take her right now. She would never be able to get away.
In a flurry of motion Alonzo let his lust take over. He lunged up, to grab her shoulders, to force her down, and then have his way with her. As he lunged up she threw her cup of coffee over him, scalding his face and neck. She was quick to dart away as Alonzo sat back, his hands covering his face as he screamed in pain.
“Get out! Get out!” Elizabeth screamed, running further away. She darted inside the bathroom and locked the door.
After a while Alonzo stopped screaming and managed to get up, hissing in pain. He moved to the sink, grabbing a tea towel and thrusting it under the cold tap. He would use it as a compress against the scald later. He moved to the window and got out onto the fire escape. His screams would have woken the neighborhood. His control over the victim already spent. She would put up a good fight. It was just not worth the effort. It would be easier for him to find a new victim, than subdue her.
Soon he was back in the alleyway and moving fast. He knew he had to get away from the area. As he ran he tried to place the cold compress to his face. Elizabeth would remember a lot, and would speak to her neighbors, possibly even phoning the police. It was time to move on. He passed from alleyway to alleyway, moving in the shadows and staying out of sight. He only slowed down when he reached the farther end of town. Only then did he lean against a wall to catch his breath and see to his face. It was not the first time his hunt had gone wrong. Women were getting stronger and resisting him, and he was getting older. Times changed.
As he tended to his face he thought back to how normal he got to feel while he was sat talking to Elizabeth. It was a curiosity to him. Now that he was older he often wondered what it would be like to just settle down. To have a wife, perhaps children, and a job; a life. A chance he had thrown away when he let the coven cast the spell. It was a two-sided coin, and he was never happy about it. On the one side he had all the lust and sex any mortal human would want, on the other there was always something missing and the need threatened to drive him crazy. The thirst was never withheld for long after an attack, and he would always be forced to hunt, but some days it grew old. He sighed and leaned further into the wall. Somewhere, off in the distance, he heard a siren wail.
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Post by Jenny (Reffy) on Oct 15, 2010 3:43:51 GMT -5
THE FOLLOWING STORY IS 18+. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.Working copy Alonzo It was midnight in Los Angeles when Alonzo Asa stalked into the alleyway. His eyes were alert and his body tense, ready to pounce. He was on the hunt, like many of the nocturnal predatory animals. He slunk through the shadows of the alleyway obviously searching for something, peeking into windows and around doors. He watched the people, searching desperately the easy one, the supple one, the one who would give him what he needed. It was a primal need that shook him to the core, something that he needed to have before it drove him crazy. The need was like an animal that starved for fresh meat, and the only thing he felt, as it coursed through his veins and pounded in his ribcage.
It had been almost three full weeks since his last hunt, and it had been a good hunt too. His prey - the girl – was a hooker. She was looking for anything she could get: drugs, sex, money, and a good time. He didn't have to pay her anything, she went almost willingly like an excited kid nearing a playground. They fooled around playing cat and mouse for nearly an hour before Alonzo lost control. The subsequent relieving ecstasy had managed to keep the persistent need for flesh caged; for a while. But as usual it came clambering back to him in waves of dark passion and greed. The body-shaking, gut-wrenching need came crawling back over his perfectly white skin. The feeling would tear him apart both mentally and physically. His body would ache with the need, but his mind would scream at him in horror. Doing what he did to girls still upset him, even after hunting for so long, the look in their eyes and their screams haunted him. The knowledge that he was the reason for the horror reflected in their eyes. Every single girl replayed in his head as if it had only happened seconds ago. It hurt to know that it was all his doing. For a while now he wished that the need would simply go away so he could stop hurting his prey but it was folly to think that.
Not a thing in the alleyway moved, apart from the grimy homeless person or cat knocking over a bin. The heavy silence and darkness so thick it threatened to squash even the tiniest bug that scurried about the trash. A giant full moon sailed high in the night sky, coloring everything in swaths of white and black, making the alleyway look like an old silent movie. The old apartment blocks still stood but now showed wear and tear, covered in stains and mold, even the railings and fire exits bore rust like a medal on a soldiers sleeve. It was mid-summer for Los Angeles, the balmy air heavy and thick, and sticking to anything it could cling too. Alonzo barely registered the heat, despite the heavy cloak and suit. He wore a gray pin-striped suit and white shirt, covered by a long black cloak. His hair was long and jet-black, and pulled back into a small pony-tail. His eyes shifted quickly as he moved from left to right still searching. His footsteps gently caressed the road as he hoped to not alert anybody of his presence.
Alonzo had once been a man. He had been born in to a well off but small family in the September of 1804 in Nueva California, during the political upheaval and separating of the region. His family were not native to the area. They had moved to find jobs with the new forming government. His father and mother both worked very hard to give him what he needed as a boy. Work, discipline, and love but he was never happy. He lived most of his younger life in and around Nueva California. Going elsewhere in the World was never something that he wanted to do since it would be the same old story and not give him the direction he needed.
Roughly three years after the independence wars that set Mexico free from Spanish rule, and just after his twenty-second birthday, he met the coven that changed his life forever. He had nearly been asked to fight in that war, but a few weeks later the congress had declared Iturbide the new emperor of Mexico. He was a floater in life after the war, not settling anywhere, and not happy with the paths that lay out before him for the choosing. He'd met the girls in a seedy-bar after drowning his sorrows with whiskey. The coven had known of his indecision and gave him an offer that proved too difficult to resist. To join them and become something else, or be forever stuck within the day-to-day loop that society crawled. What could he hope for? Become a farmer? A herder with cattle and sheep? Follow his father's trade and become a guard? None of his options really appealed to him.
Alonzo had thought long and hard about the offer and the coven kept the pressure on. They sent girls to his door every day. The girls would do whatever he asked, and would tell him of wonders that he could have and possess. He need only say the word. He took advantage of all the girls that came, night after night, reveling in the exotic pleasures that they brought. He knew the coven had their own motives for changing him, but he was never able to figure that out. In the end he guessed it was because they had a score to settle, but they never told him what it was. Eventually his curiosity overtook his senses and he went back to the coven.
Most people were asleep and in their beds by now, or resting after a heavy day at work. It was hard times for the people of Los Angeles. The stock-market had crashed in 2007 and money was losing its value. Jobs started disappearing as the World plunged in to recession. By 2009 the future was looking very bleak. People did what they could to get by, and attempted to ignore the stress that permeated every millimetre of their being. One such person was Elizabeth Garner. She worked as a receptionist over at the acting agency. Daily she had to deal with people who could not afford to miss out on any opportunity to get a job. The stress of the job and having no money showed on her, badly. She had been very pretty once. She used to have long curling blond hair that tucked into the small of her back, brown curious eyes, and a slender body. Now most of that had withered away. Her hair hung loosely, most of its curls crumpled. Her eyes had faded a little, and her body crushed inwards as if to ward off the demons of the World.
Elizabeth was currently poised on a chair near the window reading a book she had in her lap, trying to catch some cool night air and relax. It was “Alice in Wonderland,” one of her favourites. She read it often, using it as an escape mechanism from the World's struggles. She loved to disappear back into the safety of a pretend World where nothing could upset her. To live within the story and forget about the notice bills that littered her table, or nasty phone calls from the clients who demanded the next big thing. Her window hung over the alleyway that Alonzo stalked. It did not take long for him to spot her, his eyes used to the darker alleyway and senses fully open. He had almost stumbled in his movements when he did see her. For the longest time he stood watching her thumb over the pages as she read, occasionally pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
As Alonzo watched he felt the dark rise in the pit of his stomach, as it always did. It was a sensual feeling but also a sinister one with horrible consequences, he remembered. Every girl he had taken stirred up the same dark feeling that shook him with lust and need. The feeling was pleasurable, but the memories it spiked up made him want to scream. No man should have to live like this: hunt to hunt, the need pushing him on, his thoughts still trapped in the past. The horrors were still vivid to him, even though he knew they needed to happen. Too long had it been like this for him. How many had he taken since the transformation? He no longer knew or counted. He didn't remember the number. Their faces and screams all seemed to merge into one big nightmare that chased him from corner to corner. The thought of the screams made Alonzo pause in the alleyway and reconsider going after the girl. There were only two choices that laid out before him now: to take the girl and silence the need, or leave and suffer the lunacy the need wracked him with. He glanced up again, she had a button nose and the smallest smile. She would be an easy catch, he knew, but did he want to live with her screams? He no longer knew if he could live with the screams and memories any more but suicide was not an option.
The girls of the coven took Alonzo below to an underground room. It was obvious that they had prepared before he arrived; almost knowing that he would allow them to cast the spell. The room was poorly light by lanterns and a little streetlight that filtered through slits in the building above. The four walls were marked with symbols Alonzo had never seen before, he studied them as the girls sorted out the equipment. It looked like they had been drawn in wax or scratched into the walls with rudimentary tools. The floor was covered with dirty hay that clumped in patches. It also smelt down here. It was like something had curled up and died, but the scent was mixed with softer lavenders and rosemary.
The girls stopped moving and Elisa put Alonzo in the middle of the room, instructing him to hold on to the rope that was attached to the floor. They all donned dark robes; whether it was a dark red or black he could not tell. He squinted trying to see what they were doing as he stood awkwardly in the middle fiddling with the rope. They began a chant in another language that rose and swam around the room like a living fish. Alonzo had never heard anything like it before but it didn't scare him. Elisa then picked up what looked to be a doll made of hessian fabric. She stitched some items on to the doll while the girls kept the chant going. Once she finished stitching she lifted the doll above her head and called out to something. Alonzo could not hear the name for all of a sudden the World seemed to shrink, bend and move. The whole feeling made him feel extremely sick. Then the pain came. It started dull at first and all over his body but it built up quickly. It felt like a million hot needles that stabbed through his soft and malleable skin. The pain was relentless. Alonzo thought he screamed out at one point but he couldn't be sure since he heard nothing emerge from his pain wracked mouth. Eventually he passed out from the pain.
Alonzo awoke on the floor of the basement still wracked with pain. His eyes were closed against everything in the hope it would go away. It took him a great deal of time to sit up, feeling his body anew for the first time. Somehow the coven had changed him. He knew they would change him in to something, but he never imagined it possible. His arms and legs weren't the ones he had gone into the spell with. They had become swollen with muscles. Even his chest had expanded. He had tried to stand up, almost falling over, when he felt something on his back and near the top of his buttocks. Gingerly he had reached behind his chest and felt spiny structures covered in skin, when he felt near his buttocks he felt what he could only assume was a tail.
The horror of what had happened did not sink in at first. Elisa had told him what he would be changed into. An Incubus: a demon of cunning trickery and power over woman that a mere mortal would not understand. A thing that could live for a very long time, if not forever. A demon whose need pushed him on as he took girl after girl. A demon that needed to spread his seed without care for where it landed. He had laughed at them, telling them it was a myth and not real, but they had insisted it was. Now he guessed they were right.He had been so stubborn in the belief that Incubus' were fake that he never bothered to ask any questions if the spell really did work. Questions like would he ever be able to go back to normal? Or what happened if he got a girl pregnant? Or if the need would ever go away?
It was as he was leaving the basement that he felt the first wave of need. It had struck him so hard that it had nearly toppled him off his feet. It whipped down his ribcage and bounded down his legs, shaking him. He needed a sweet, slender and supple girl. An innocent to take and make his slave. He wanted to ravish without caring for her. To tear her apart with ecstasy and excitement. To fulfill his need. To spread his seed far and wide. To have girls at his beck and whim, to do with whatever he wanted. Shocked by his new found lust, he was quick to rush home. Using the clothes he had arrived in he covered his new wings and tail as best he could. He went immediately to his room to think about what had happened. But being alone did not help, as he fought with the emotions, need, and his human thoughts. It was nearly an hour after his arrival back home that he remembered the little girl, Rebecca, who worked the stables. She was a slave. She would give him what he wanted.
Alonzo stalked along the alleyway a bit more, recovering his smooth attitude. He climbed the metal fire escape stairs up to her window, effortlessly, making it appear that this meeting had been planned between them. This direct approach worked every time. Nobody could turn away a dashing man like him without having a talk first. All it took was a quick chat, a suggestion here, a wink there, then she would be his to do with as he wished. The thought of having this beautiful Belle all to himself, to do with as he wanted, forced him to pause on the stairwell before approaching her. The image of her naked supple body squished against his, writhing in passion, feasting on greed, had set his heart pounding quickly, almost deafening him in the process. It made his legs weak with wanton lust and his hands shake. The thought of her reinforced the needs relentless and tortured push to take and hurt, to make her scream out as he got his way. He regained his composure again, flattening down his hair before climbing the last few steps to her window.
“Hello, ma'am,” he half leaned on the windowsill looking directly into her eyes.
Elizabeth had hardly seen him coming. She had been so enamoured in the book she was reading. When Alonzo spoke she had jumped and closed to book quickly. She was more than a bit shocked when she looked over to find a good looking man leaning on her windowsill. Quickly she pushed her blond hair behind her ears and tried to look a little more welcoming. She caught his eyes as she fidgeted to look pretty and was enthralled. There was something about the new stranger, something captivating. “Good evening.”
“What is that you are reading?” He purred, leaning closer so he could pretend to be interested.
“Alice in Wonderland ... it's always been a favourite.” Elizabeth put the book down to the side, unable to take her eyes from Alonzo. There was something about the way he moved, his voice, his body and the eyes, dark brown and bottomless. It sent shivers dancing up and down her spine in ways she had never felt before. She knew she could not turn him away immediately, at least keep him there for a while and see what he wanted.
“Good choice. Mind if I come in?” He looked directly into her eyes, using his persuasive look to do all the talking. It was obviously working for Elizabeth had blushed and gotten out of her seat to invite him in. “Sure, I'll put the kettle on.”
Rebecca had been moving muck when Alonzo walked in, wobbling slightly. She had seen him and stopped her duties, ducking her head in the way she had always been instructed. She was young, only around seventeen, and worked for her father. She had dirty blond hair that was kept short, with freckles that spread across her nose and cheeks. Alonzo had always fancied Rebecca ever since she had arrived at the house to work. She had a light lifting laugh that rose up early in the morning as the workers gathered. She was always incredibly polite whenever they needed the horses prepared or an errand running. Alonzo had watched her mature over the years; her hips got curvier, her waist trimmed, her breasts began to form, and her bottom pert. She was everything a rich man would want to play with. If it wasn't for the fact that she was a farm-hand Alonzo might have approached her. Instead he kept his secret desire to himself and thought about her often when he wanted a little self-absorbed pleasure. Now all of that had changed and finally Rebecca could be his for the taking. Alonzo didn't have to say anything, he knew what she would want in ways she never knew possible. All he had to do was move, or touch, or whisper to her in a certain way.
He sauntered up to her and took her arm, then whispered into her ear. You are mine. She had nodded, unable to say anything else. He could feel her shaking as he lead her into the back of the stables, away from other people. He couldn't understand why it was she shook. She had wanted this, as much as he did - didn't she?. He'd seen the looks she gave him whenever he came to borrow a horse. Surely it was right? It was there in the back of the stables that he sat her down, curiously gentle and removed her top. Her ample bosom fell out, barely visible in the dark. He reached out and stroked her face, then moved down her chest to her breast. She was still shaking but her emotions were numb to the situation. He took her breast into his hand, the pink flesh soft against his skin. He enjoyed the feeling of her breast for a few moments, barely seeing anything else around him.
Elizabeth moved to the kitchen, flicking the dial to turn the stove on. After a few clicks of the ignition small, yellow flames burst around the bottom of the white, metal kettle. The kettle was still full of cool water from the last hot drink Elizabeth had made. “What's your name?”
“Alonzo,” he saw no reason in lying. “I'll take two teaspoons of sugar with my coffee, please.” Carefully he eased himself into the room, seating himself in the chair Elizabeth had been sat in. He watched her work in the kitchen, preparing the drinks, appreciating the way her hips swung as she moved, or the way she went on tippy-toes to reach the cups. Elizabeth noticed him looking at her, and blushed again. Something in the back of her mind had started to nag at her about something but she ignored it.
“I'm Elizabeth,” she introduced, turning back as the kettle came back to a boil. She poured both cups and moved back to where Alonzo had taken her chair, passing his drink to him carefully so not to burn his fingers. “How long are you staying in Los Angeles?” she tried.
“Not long,” Alonzo replied, carefree and easy. He had lived a long time. Long enough to have mastered the art of gently luring a lady in to a false sense of safety, letting them talk, think, and wonder. All the time the lady would speak, not realizing his thoughts, his needs. For a moment he could be normal. He liked that.
Elizabeth settled down on the opposite seat and watched Alonzo. He was the perfect image of a man: kind, sweet, dashing, sexy, husband material perhaps. But there was a tiny whisper of worry that nagged in her head. It whispered -- run, get out! It beat to a rhythm in her head, turning her thoughts to fear. She tried to set it from her mind but it was like a train coming down the track, to which she was tied.
“Pity you aren't staying longer,” she tripped over her words, unable to ignore the nagging thoughts, her eyes shifting from him to the cup a few times. Where the thoughts had come from she had no idea. Alonzo seemed like a nice man, and very polite. To worry like this felt very foolish ... but there was definitely something that worried her.
Knowing he was close to the tender release he needed Alonzo's heartbeat sped up. The lust stirred in him, moving him into an almost frenzied state, as he ripped her skirt off. Rebecca yelped quietly at the rush, shocked and unsure, but unable to move from the spot. She felt trapped by his presence, as if hooked on some unseen fishing line. He leaned in closer again. You scared, Rebecca? She nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. It was just a normal day for her, or it shouldn't have been. The Masters of the house rarely spoke to her. He purred back, I can feel it. Do not be afraid. Alonzo leaned back to take a good look at her naked form. She sat shivering on the box, trying to cover her breasts with her arms. You have something I need, Rebecca, something only you can give me. I know you want to give it to me too. Rebecca still said nothing.
Alonzo smiled, feeling the power he held over her. Enjoying the moment as she sat before him, scared within an inch of her life and confused. He could do whatever he wanted with her, just like he could with the ladies of the night before he was changed. But this was different. Before the ladies of the night had been willing, this girl didn't appear to be. The feeling was curious to him, but at the same time scary. She did not want him to take her, but he still wanted to. He knew the Rebecca would not run ... but something about the situation was wrong. He did not want to hurt her, but the feelings and need wanted it too badly. The emotions tore through him until he could not hold himself off any more. The passion and lust moved his body quickly as he took Rebecca down with him. He pinned her to the floor, kissing her violently on the lips. She did not kiss back but whimpered through the clenched lips. As he kissed his hand moved down to remove his clothes. His other hand on her breast, squashing it harshly as the lust took him over. When he was free of his clothes he plunged himself into her, whether she was ready or not.
Rebecca had been his first. Alonzo had left her barely alive and losing a lot of blood. He had run from the scene; too ashamed and scared to stay, his human emotions still too raw to deal with. Confusion was rife within him, tearing his mind in two. He had enjoyed what he had done, the release had been exactly what he needed and more, but he was strewn with the guilt of what he had done to her. He never returned home and a few weeks later, while on the outskirts of the city he had heard that she had survived but was pregnant. The release did not last long and soon the gut-wrenching need was back, shaking him like a grass caught in the wind. He had to find another. He had to feel it again. He needed the sweet nectar once more.
Alonzo took a sip from the mug, and then placed it on to the coffee table. He had seen this before. He was starting to lose his hold on her. She was listening to her conscience. “Don't worry, Lizzy,” he purred. “I won't hurt you. You know that? Don't you?”
Elizabeth moved away from Alonzo, but Alonzo was quick to move with her. Even with the quick movement he managed to keep his cool attitude as if nothing was going wrong. He knelt in front of her on one knee and stroking her cheek. “I wouldn't do a thing to hurt you, sweetheart. Look at me! Harmless, you see? I couldn't hurt you.”
“You would ...” she whispered, almost too scared to breathe.
“Lies! Come, I'll prove to you that I won't hurt you. You'll see.” Alonzo was starting to get irritated. For a moment, just a small moment, everything was normal. He liked the normal, and the way it felt, but now it was being snatched from him. Elizabeth could see his anger, but he didn't care now. She was here, he could touch her. He could take her right now. She would never be able to get away.
In a flurry of motion Alonzo let his lust take over. He lunged up, to grab her shoulders, to force her down, and then have his way with her. As he lunged up she threw her cup of coffee over him, scalding his face and neck. She was quick to dart away as Alonzo sat back, his hands covering his face as he screamed in pain.
“Get out! Get out!” Elizabeth screamed, running further away. She darted inside the bathroom and locked the door.
After a while Alonzo stopped screaming and managed to get up, hissing in pain. He moved to the sink, grabbing a tea towel and thrusting it under the cold tap. He would use it as a compress against the scald later. He moved to the window and got out onto the fire escape. His screams would have woken the neighbourhood. His control over the victim already spent. She would put up a good fight. It was just not worth the effort. It would be easier for him to find a new victim, than subdue her.
Soon he was back in the alleyway and moving fast. He knew he had to get away from the area. As he ran he tried to place the cold compress to his face. Elizabeth would remember a lot, and would speak to her neighbours, possibly even phoning the police. It was time to move on. He passed from alleyway to alleyway, moving in the shadows and staying out of sight. He only slowed down when he reached the farther end of town. Only then did he lean against a wall to catch his breath and see to his face. It was not the first time his hunt had gone wrong. Women were getting stronger and resisting him, and he was getting older. Times changed.
As he tended to his face he thought back to how normal he got to feel while he was sat talking to Elizabeth. It was a curiosity to him. Now that he was older he often wondered what it would be like to just settle down. To have a wife, perhaps children, and a job; a life. A chance he had thrown away when he let the coven cast the spell. It was a two-sided coin, and he was never happy about it. There was always something missing and the sexual need threatened to drive him crazy. The thirst was never withheld for long after an attack, and he would always be forced to hunt, but some days it grew old. He sighed and leaned further into the wall. Somewhere, off in the distance, he heard a siren wail.
After a few minutes he stood up pissed off that the hunt had gone wrong again, yet kind of glad it had. Elizabeth was nice, even though she had thrown her coffee in his face. The hot coffee had only made his face uncomfortable and red, and that was quickly fading. Luckily the liquid hadn't been hot enough to make his face welt. The coffee had missed his dress shirt, flying mostly over his head. Only his hair and slightly red face showed what could have happened.
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It was still night, but dawn was fast approaching, the sky turning a dark purple with dashes of red. A lot of time had been wasted fixing his face and running away. With a quick adjustment of his clothes and a brush down to knock off any dirt he started to walk down the alley. He knew he would have to try and hunt again tonight. The urge was too much to ignore and he would never be able to get any rest with it pounding in his chest.
Silently he wondered why he had played with Elizabeth. That's what it was - playing. He was pretending he was still human, playing house, imagining having a life with her. He scowled at himself as he walked, turning his pretty face ugly for a second. He shouldn't have spoken with her. He should have just taken her. The annoyance and anger gave him pause. If he had taken her it would have upset him. She was a pretty girl, lively and bright, a good future. The two-sided coin clinked into his thoughts again, unwelcome as always. The frustration of it had him throwing the towel violently into an open trash can with a grunt, his face turning cherry red.
When he reached the end of the alleyway he stood for a second, tucking his hands into his long coat. There were two options that he could take, but one would be a darn site easier than the other. Go find another girl still awake at this early hour and invite himself in, which would require work and charm; or go find another hooker who is high on drugs and an easy picking. He shook his head briefly, his hand shooting up to his forehead uneasily. The hooker was his best bet, and he knew where to find the easy, willing ones. The girls who would do dirty things and enjoy the pain. The scum that covered the bottom of the social bucket.
With the decision made he turned and walked down the street to the red-light district. A few more people were waking now. Lights were turning on in apartments, the street sweeper was out, and bin-men collected the trash. To them he was just another person walking down the street, the heels his dress-shoes clicking on the concrete as he went. Nobody gave him a second look and he liked that. Within twenty minutes he was back in the hooker hunting ground. He only ever resorted to this place when he was absolutely desperate and even then he always wished he didn't have to.
A few girls were still awake waiting for the next man to stroll up. One or two of the girls had passed out on the floor, covered in puke and stench. They all wore revealing clothes and high-heels, with loads of make-up. Each looked like they had been using heroin for the last ten years. Their arms were covered in holes, eyes withdrawn or staring off into space, hair straggly, and mouths dry.
Alonzo walked into the alley drawing his shoulders back to appear as a rich business man, expensive and in control. The girls seemed to sense the money-packed man walking into the alleyway. A few pushed themselves off the wall and sauntered towards him as best they could on six inch heels. Some wore barely enough to cover their breasts, and skirts that rose high enough to give flashes of what was to come.
"Hello, big man."
The first female purred as soon as she was close enough to see Alonzo. She wore fishnet stockings, a short pink skirt, open-toed high-heels, and a crop-top that was covered in glitter. She had made an effort to pull her hair into piggy-tails to appear younger than she really was. She obviously knew her market: the old, dirty, half broken, and paedophile crowd. To Alonzo she looked like a broken Barbie doll discarded by a teenager who had just found out that owning one was “uncool.”
Alonzo stopped in the middle of the alley under an orange dim-light. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and faced forwards, not really looking at any particular girl. The way he had his hands in his pockets and his chest pushed forwards made the dress shirt and suit jacket puff outwards, giving him a bigger more confident chest. His legs were relaxed and at ease, his feet directly below his shoulders, as he waited for the right girl to show herself. He had a sly look on his face as he waited, splashing his dashing aura all about the alley. He knew how to change appearances. It was easy once you knew how and he had gotten enough practice over the years. Things weren't always what they seemed.
Another girl walked into the orange light of the lamp. She didn't waste any time, obviously willing to go further than any of the girls to get Alonzo, her client. She had mucky clothes that were stained with mud and blood. It was obvious she had tried to clean the clothes but the water must have been dirty at the time. She wore a short mini-skirt made of denim, and what used to be a white shirt. The white shirt was unbuttoned and she wore no bra underneath it so her breasts were there for all to see, if they looked at the right angle. She marched up to Alonzo placed her hands on his chest and exposed more of her chest. She was close enough to kiss him and looking directly into his eyes.
"I'll do for you what those girls won't." She tried to rasp at him in a sexy voice.
Alonzo didn't move, although he wanted too. Her breath reeked of liquor, and from the smell, she probably had some rotting teeth too. The girl slumped in irritation and got off his chest, circling him, her hand never leaving his body. She even risked a grab of his buttocks as she passed. Luckily she didn't feel like his wings or tail, probably too drunk to even realize. She wasn't the right one ... there was another? A weaker one. He could sense her from where he was stood. A girl who had used too much drugs, who didn't have a hope in life, who had the opportunities but never made use of them. A foolish girl. He didn't mind hurting a girl like that, or using her for his own need. She was stupid enough not to make anything of herself.
"Well? Are you going to take your pick?" The first hooker complained as she leaned against the cold wall. She pulled a squashed cigarette packet out from her top and sparked up. Alonzo shot her a look that quickly shut her up. She was scared by the look but somehow enchanted by it. She felt the same dashing awe that this man was something else altogether, the same thing Elizabeth had just hours before.
Steadily another girl came into the light. She looked a lot younger than the other two, and was covered in track-marks from needles. Her eyes were sunken and she shook as she tried to walk. As she moved over the uneven pavement she stumbled, wobbling from a hacking cough. As soon as Alonzo saw her he knew that she was the one he had sensed. The one who would give up easily. He shrugged the second girl off and walked forwards, oozing with control over the situation.
When he reached the girl she started to talk, giving her pick-up seller line. "Only a h-hundred b-bucks ... I'll give you what you n-need."
She stammered as she spoke, obviously unable to do much else. She wore ripped jeans that had been turned into hot-pants and a blue top that revealed a little sagging under-breast but still kept her nipples covered. She wore nothing on her feet, which looked muddy and cut to ribbons. She probably didn't feel it. From the shine in her eyes it was obvious that she had injected recently. This would be easy.
Alonzo towered over her in the alleyway. The girl was almost leaning on his chest and arms for support. He took her by the arm and hauled her up so she could be eye to eye with him. The sight made his stomach lurch. Sure it was his choice to come here, but he still never liked it. These women were always dirty and disgusting, ridden with fleas, ticks, and disease. Seeing it was never easy but he needed it. He had always preferred the richer woman, the one who could afford pleasantries, but times were rough. The bravado he was displaying was all just an act. Without the act none of them would ever approach him.
"Spend the day with me? I'll make it worth your time," he cooed to her. She only managed to nod.
The two girls that had gotten to him first both shrugged and walked back to their positions in the alley. The first of them, the cockier one, called out in defiance. "Your loss, sucker!"
Alonzo, still holding on to the hookers arm, lead her out of the alleyway and towards his small apartment. He lived only seconds away from the hookers’ alleyway, only able to afford the cheapest place to rent. It was in a tall-rise apartment building, built from mostly concrete and stained by leaking pipes and graffiti. Trash littered the front of the entrance hall way. A bum, who had taken up residence in the small alcove, was now asleep still clutching on to his bottle in a brown bag. Alonzo stepped around him, turning his nose up. The hooker followed obediently as Alonzo tugged her forwards by the arm. He wondered if she knew where she was as he unlocked the entrance to the building and pulled her inside. Her eyes were still foggy and set off in the distance somewhere. The only sound she made was an occasional unintelligent mumble. She could barely walk; Alonzo had to half hold her up all the way.
Soon they were on the fifth floor, in front of Alonzo's apartment, number 203. He had to lean the hooker against the wall as he unlocked the door. By the time he had opened the door she had slumped down on to the floor, resting on the brownish-red stained carpet. Alonzo grabbed her up quickly feeling his stomach lurch again. When he got inside he threw her down on to the mattress and closed the door. Now they were secluded there would be no rush, and she wasn't going anywhere since she was almost unconscious on heroin. He walked further into the apartment removing his coat, suit-jacket and shoes. Then he undid the cuffs and buttons to his dress shirt so his wings could unfurl a little, and removed his belt for more comfort, letting his tail relax out of his pants.
"What's your name sweetheart?" Alonzo didn't look at her.
She was laid out on the mattress which was on the floor without a frame or bed. The apartment was just one room, with a toilet tucked away in the back, surrounded by a hung bed-sheet. There was a small microwave on top of a cardboard box in the corner of the room, and a tap that dripped into a bucket. The walls were covered in yellow wallpaper that had semi-circle patterns on it. The wallpaper was stained by smokers, and spillages from the apartment above. There was no carpet in the room, only laminated fake wooden boards. The landlord had ripped out the carpet because it stunk and replaced it with the fake plastic crap because it was easier to clean. It was a small room. You could touch all four walls with the help of a friend. Alonzo paid way over the top for what it was, but it was all he could find. Tenants didn't stay for very long anyway. Most of the people who lived there were people who had to keep moving, were at rock bottom, or broke the law.
"Mmm? Shelley," she mumbled the answer. The girl had moved on to her side, her left breast now hung out from underneath the small top, her leg crossed the other one, and her head hung uncomfortably lopsided from the lack of support.
"Why don't you get undressed, Shelley? Make yourself comfortable."
Alonzo stretched lazily, briefly exposing his pale white chest that rippled with muscles. He looked completely comfortable at home since there was no need to hide anything. He finished the stretch and started pouring some cheap whiskey into a small glass. Once he had finished pouring the liquid he screwed the cap back onto the bottle and picked up the glass. He took up the only seat in the room, a folding camp chair, positioning it towards the mattress so he could watch the girl. He could take all day with this one. Nobody would disturb him here, and nobody could catch him doing anything. They were all alone.
Shelley pushed herself up, her head swinging from the lack of support and intoxicated state, lanky brunette hair covering her face briefly. Slowly she removed the top, pulling it over her head with both hands. Her pert breasts flopped out of the top and nipples already erect. The curve of the pink flesh was magnified by the only light in the small apartment.
Alonzo grinned and whispered. “Slowly …”
He watched her as she undressed soaking up the sexy sight of her body with his eyes. The unstoppable want growing in the pit of his stomach, curling about his innards like a serpent.
Shelley looked at him briefly smiling back. She stood, wobbling on the mattress, her mucky feet pushing into the metallic springs. The mud marked the mattress with footprints and streaks. Seductively, and following orders, she unbuttoned the hot-pants and pulled them down. She wore nothing underneath the hot-pants, probably for easy access. Shelley threw her clothes near the door, off the mattress then stood completely naked with her hands on her hips.
“Not bad … Tell me, Shelley, do you like doing this?” Alonzo took a huge sip of his drink, swirling in his mouth as he watched Shelley. This was all too easy. He placed the glass in the pocket of the folding chair and removed his shirt, throwing it over the arm. He pulled his arms in and stretched out the small wings that were on his back, the thin skin almost glowing in the light.
Shelley shivered, falling to the floor. It took her a second to recover as she got to her knees. She licked her lips and tucked her hair behind her ears. “Yes.”
“Why?” Alonzo asked, narrowing his eyes a little as if to understand the helpless girl. For the moment he ignored the urge. Shelley crawled to Alonzo in an attempt to look sexy. She climbed up on to his lap with her arms, her knees still on the floor, and tried to undo his pants. Alonzo pushed her back so that she landed on the mattress again.
For a second Shelley looked shocked at the violence. “I do … for the money. Means I can afford the drugs … and it’s easy."
“There are other ways to make money.”
“None as easy as this …”
Alonzo paused seemingly agreeing with her. He picked up the glass again and drained the last drops of liquid. The alcohol was already taking affect. He was never much of a drinker after the transformation and now anything that he did drink went straight to his head. It did nothing to help the urge either, although he had wished it would more than once. Shelley pulled herself back up into a sitting position.
“So, you enjoy getting taken advantage of every day?” He snarled, moving forwards.
With sudden anger he appeared taller than before and more powerful. When he was level with Shelley he grabbed her around the neck. His strength startled her as she was hoisted off the mattress.
“Used, abused and tossed aside? You pass up the opportunities laid before you because this is easier?” He shouted now, the anger as visible as the lamp that swung from the ceiling.
Shelley choked as she was lifted, trying to say something. Alonzo ignored her struggle as he moved with her in his grasp. He slammed her against the wall staring at her face to face. He was close enough now to see just how blood shot her eyes were. It still made his stomach turn.
“That’s no life and you know it! Be lucky you even have a life! There are some who cannot.”
Shelley choked again, her hands working against his chest trying to get away. Alonzo closed his eyes for a second, wishing that he didn’t have to do what he was going too. He wasn’t a bad guy, he thought as he lowered Shelley enough to have her feet on the ground and loosened his grip enough for her to breathe. He struggled with the truth and what he knew, not voicing his thoughts. His face twisted as he tried to decide if he really was the bad guy. If he was an Incubus shouldn’t he enjoy this? He desperately thought.
“You’re a mad-man!” Shelley spat as she gulped in mouthfuls of air.
“I may be but you put yourself in this situation!” The dark feeling climbed inside him quickly, the feeling consuming him once again, aided by the alcohol in his system. He was done talking.
“Let me g-“
Alonzo smacked Shelley around the face to shut her up then placed a hand over her mouth, releasing her neck. With his free hand he undid his trousers and boxers, letting them fall to his ankles then kicking the clothes aside. Shelley squirmed against him with her hands but her attacks were weak from the heroin she had taken. Her fingernails clawed into his chest leaving red marks that criss-crossed in patterns.
“Is this what you like?” Alonzo asked as he pushed her further into the wall. His bare body up against hers almost inescapably and confining. Shelley’s eyes screamed with fear, and her hands still sought to push him away.
“Is it?” he screamed again.
Shelley managed to shake her head against his palm. Tears were forming in her eyes. She pulled her body inwards trying to get away from Alonzo but he was having none of it. Roughly he pushed her legs open with his leg as he traced her hip and side with a heavy hand, making her feel even more trapped. She could feel his every muscle trapping her, and his manhood, erect and long, against her lower stomach. The feeling made her heave with a sickness that was unfamiliar to her. Normally the client just lay still while she did all the work and none of them had hurt or scared her before. She had been quite lucky; until now.
It was then that Alonzo entered her letting his need become his only goal. It took only seconds for it to be over and his release to come. Shelley shook the whole time as tears poured from her eyes. Her whimpers escaping from under Alonzo’s hand. She wanted to scream and run but he held her there against the cold wall. She would have kicked him if she could manage to get one of her legs free but Alonzo’s legs, taut with muscles, kept her in that position.
Alonzo hardly enjoyed the release when it came. It was just an animal instinct, a reaction. It felt good to have the release but nothing about it made him happy. The scared girl didn’t make it any better. The look on her face had made him sick. The bad guy feeling sunk back in. After he was done he let go of Shelley who part fell on to the ground. With a wobble she tried to lunge at him to attack but he fended her off with one arm, the other arm was helping her still stand up.
“You monster!” she wailed, clutching at her naked body. She tried to cover up the mess. He had been rough with her but luckily there was only a little blood. Alonzo rooted in the pocket of his suit, still helping Shelley stand up. From the looks of the mess she probably had just one small tear, nothing major. It would probably stop as soon as she got three blocks away. Alonzo tried to reassure himself.
“Here - here’s a hundred bucks. Go make something of your life. Get off the streets before you really get hurt.” He shoved the money into her hand, grabbed up her clothes and helped her on with them. He also pulled on his pants and long coat. Once she was mostly decent he pushed her out into the hallway of the apartment building then frog-marched her down to the street. By the time they made it downstairs the blood had stopped running, he had been right. Without saying another word he pushed her out of the apartment entrance and walked away.
Shelley stumbled outside, barely managing to stay standing. She was still sobbing and shaking but had come down from the drug-high. The scare had brought her back to reality with a bump. She pocketed the money and started running.
Alonzo made his way back to the apartment. In silence he locked his door and poured himself another drink. He took the coat off, leaving his pants on and sat down in the same chair. This time there was no confidence that seeped out of his pores. He was slunk over, his elbows on his knees, staring into the brown, clear liquid. His eyes were turned down, his head hung low, and his shoulders pulled inwards. He listened for a moment, hearing nothing but the neighbors knocking about. That meant the need, his urge, was silent and fulfilled. He wondered how long the silence would last this time.
He felt bad for the scare he had given Shelley but he hoped that it would do some good. Maybe it would, maybe it wouldn’t. Either way, he had given her most of the money in his pocket, and hopefully enough of a scare to get her off the streets. Of course now he would have to move again. He shouldn’t have brought her back to the apartment. Shelley wasn’t that stupid, she’d probably go to the police. They might not believe her because of the heroin in her system but staying in this apartment, like a mouse caught by its tail in a trap, wasn’t a good idea. There were only so many places left that he could move to now in Los Angeles.
Alonzo knocked back the liquid, wiping his eyes to remove the tears that had been forming.
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