In The Night

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In The Night
By Lisa Noe


He was broken, beyond repair. Perhaps it was from years of abuse or perhaps he was just born evil.
On September 1st 1989, Tom Stevens got his first taste of physical brutality, only this time it was he who was delving out the beating. He was tired of being a punching bag and now with the death of his parents in a terrible car accident, he could finally stand tall without being told what an utter failure he was in his life.
He was dizzy, the kind of dizzy you get when you drink too much whiskey. He was looking for a fight, when he went into the ally behind the bar to take a whiz; there he found a young man who was smoking some marijuana.

“Hey man you want some of this, it’s some good shit.”

“Are you here alone?”

“Yeah man, come on over and have a toke.”

“You look awful young to be at a bar, what are you even 18 yet?”

“Yeah, I’m 18 ya wanna see my license?”

“Don’t get smart with me punk or I’ll put your head right through that wall”
Tom pointed to the backside of the bar, which was a brick surface.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

The kid was drunk and high on pot; he was not thinking rationally, the marijuana just made matters worse because now the two were ready for a fight with one another. Tom took the kid by the neck with his large forceful hands and his muscular arms and he began squeezing tightly around his neck. The boy struggled to be free as he gurgled and took both of his hands and tried to pry Tom’s hands away from his neck. It was no use Tom was far too strong and he didn’t care—he wanted to hurt someone, he had a lot of penned up rage inside of him from years of abuse. The boy’s eyes were bulging from their sockets and his feet were brought up an inch off of the ground with the strength of him choking the boy. Tom finally came to himself and realized what he was doing, he dropped the boy; it was too late the boy fell to the ground like a ton of bricks, he was dead. Tom looked around to make sure no one had seen him and he ran, got in his car and fled. Thirty minutes later he fumbled around the car keys looking for the key to the house his parents had left him upon their death. When he found it he went inside and sat on the bed thinking about what he had just done. He began smiling and talking to himself as he looked down at his strong hands.

“That boy started it and deserved what he got. I ain’t gonna let know one treat me like my mom and dad treated me. Being beaten for nothing and being ridiculed constantly and put down. I just aint lettin no one do that to me again.”

Tom was a big man about 6 feet and 1 inch tall and about 220lbs. He was not a handsome man he was kind of grotesque in that his head and face was covered in layers of thick dark hair. He liked to drink and often smelled of alcohol. He had no real employment outside of the home. He did do some telemarketing from his home from time to time to keep the bills paid. But he lived a meager life, with no extravagances what so ever. He wanted nothing out of life and cared nothing for life, he really didn’t care if he lived or died. He had no one to turn to.

As a child he was raised to be obedient and if he weren’t he would be beaten with a broom handle across the back and legs and sometimes up side of his head. He was injured badly many times and had many fractures which went unattended because his parents, who were alcoholics and drug addicts, would not allow him to see a doctor. This was the type of flash backs he would have while drinking, he would recall
The torturous past he had with his parents and he would become enraged and soon once a month and sometimes twice a month he would get drunk, go to a bar or nightclub, and kill someone

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She was dynamite in a small package, very petite and beautiful she had long blond hair, green eyes and full lips. She was pale as the whitest sheet but she was every man’s dream. She, Maria Santar, loved to go out to the nightclubs; she loved the night life. She lived in the lap of luxury and was very wealthy, she needn’t work. She loved men and every night she would pick a different man to take home with her but the men she decided were to leave with her were never seen again. Maria was very mysterious, she spoke with a foreign accent, she was from Romania. No one, even she, did not know her age. It was October 31, 1989,
Halloween and Maria was dressed in her sexiest Elvira looking outfit. She was out for blood on this night,
As she always was. She went to the bar and ordered herself a Hurricane, she was waiting for the perfect specimen to come into the bar so she could wow him with her charms, and boy did she have the charms to wow with.
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On Halloween Tom just knew he had to get out and relieve some stress, it had been two weeks since he had strangled someone to death, and he was craving the feeling of their life leaving their bodies due to his strong hands grasping their necks. This night he would find someone special perhaps a pretty woman, he had not killed a woman yet, so far all of his kills had been men and there had been at least three so far. He got to the bar and ordered a bourbon, as he began to sit down he noticed Maria sitting by herself at the end of the bar and he thought she was magnificent. Their eyes met and he immediately took his drink and walked to the end of the bar where he introduced himself and as if he could be seated with her. Maria took a draw off of a cigarette and then blew it into the air into ringlets. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, please do she quipped. He took his hand and rubbed his beard, she smiled at him and he sighed. He took a drink of his bourbon and licked his lips.

“was that good and strong?”

“Yes.”

“I bet you’re good and strong as well?”

“How would you like to find out?”

she licked her lips and opened her mouth a small bit.

“I’d love to find out everything about you.”

She got up from the end of the bar and took Tom by the arm and told him to come with me.
He took one final drink of his bourbon and he followed her outside where the two got into his car and she told him the directions to her place. It was a palatial estate in the best part of town, There was a full moon that hung low over the home, Gargoyles guarded the entrance to the home and there was an elaborate security system set up for her.

“Come in and make yourself at home.”

“This is where you live, do you live here all alone.” The wheels were turning in his head, how should he do her? Should he kill her or wait and see if he could have his way with her first.

“Oh I assure you we are all alone, we will not be disturbed.” She moved closer to him and took off his jacket. “Let me hang this up for you.

She kissed him lightly on the lips and told him she wanted to get more comfortable and she would be back in a moment. In that moment while she changed in the other room he took the opportunity to look around her home. It was elaborately decorated in an Asian motif, it was like no place he had ever been before and she was unlike any person he had ever met before, so exotic and carefree. After a few minutes she came out of a room all dressed in a sheer white night gown. He was immediately aroused. He was almost speechless, she was so sexy and beautiful, how could he kill someone so soft and sweet. She smelled like honeysuckle vine and it was driving him crazy to see her like that. He came close to her and started stroking her hair, she smiled at him.

“Before we go any further you must do a favor for me, I want you to go in the bathroom and shave off your beard, I want to see and feel a soft face against my body.”

Tom winced and started to tell her no. She cocked her head to the side, her long blond hair hanging down to her large perky breast. Her pink lips turned up to a beautiful smile, her eyes sparkled at him and he could not resist, he had to have her and he would do anything to get her. He was in the bathroom long enough to shave and shower. He wrapped a towel around his waste, he was muscularly built and towered over Maria.
He came out of the bathroom to find her waiting on the side of the bed for him. He walked toward her and
She smiled a sweet smile at him.

“Damn girl you are so sexy.”

“Well you’re not so bad yourself now that you’ve got all that hair gone.”

He put his leg between her legs and spread them apart, he then laid her back on the bed, he grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them to the mattress as he kissed her deeply. He looked at her neck, she was so small it would be so easy to strangle her at this moment. But that is not what he wanted to do right now, he wanted to make love to her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. He could not believe how easy it had been to pick her up and she was so willing to bring this stranger into her home and have sex with him. He released her wrists and she took her hands and removed his towel leaving him nude on top of her. As she did this he placed his hand inside of her gown and she then grabbed him and forced him over onto the mattress with a super strength that he could not believe. He did not mind having her on top of him
She sit straddle him and he took his hands and placed them around her neck as if he were going to strangle her. He thought to himself that after sex he could release even more of his stress by killing her. He had longed to kill a woman. She did not mind that he was choking her actually she kind of liked it. He noticed this and did it harder. Then she went down on his neck and started biting him, at first it kind of hurt him,
But then it was exhilarating he did not mind and she continued doing it. He felt himself getting less strong actually pretty weak but he did not care he was having the time of his life with a beautiful stranger in her bed. This was unlike anything that ever happened to him before. She stopped for a moment.

“are you enjoying yourself?”

“yeah are you kidding me man.”

“How would you like to do this every night?”

“I’d love to, you’re the best lay I’ve ever had.”

“Oh flattery will get you nowhere with me, only you need to keep yourself fit and you’ll need chronic blood transfusions, Because I will be biting you every night. You have the kind of blood I need and I like the way you play around with my neck I think it’s sexy and thrilling. But if you have in your mind that you might kill me let me assure you my dear that’s not going to happen. I can’t be killed, you see I’m a vampire. And now that I’ve bitten you that makes you my slave, I require this sort of treatment each night
You will comply with my wishes or I will drain you of all of your blood. I have left you plenty. And I expect you to take care of yourself so you can regenerate more blood.”

“I’m nobody’s damn slave, I’ve killed three men, and I’m gonna kill more…”

“Well I’ve killed hundreds of men over the years I bled them dry, I could do the same with you but I like the little straggling game you play in bed, it excites me and you are a descent lover as well.”

Tom was flattered by the compliments paid to him by Maria. He liked the idea of moving in with her and it did feel good when she sucked his neck. The only thing was this damned weakness that came with being anemic and he worried what would become of him when she tired of him. Maria new that his true intentions was to kill her by strangulation, but being a vampire that would not kill her. She was very strong probably stronger than Tom, so he could not overpower her. She did not trust him but she liked the way he made her feel having a man trying to kill her while having sex with her was stimulating to her and new.
She was tired of always being the aggressor, had she finally met her match.