THE ORGY CHRONICLES
By Jennifer Likes
Chapter 3
After receiving hugs from everyone in the room, I couldn't help but wonder
why my decision to become a vampire meant so much to them. Sure, five men
living together could make any man anxious for a woman's company, but some
how I didn't think that was it. After all, they were all nearly thirty
years old, I was only seventeen, and if they wanted chicks so badly, why was
I the only one? Things weren't adding up, and I was trying so hard to
figure it out, it wasn't until Paige took my hand and led me back upstairs
and into a bedroom that I remembered I was not yet a vampire.
"So what exactly does this entail?" I asked, thinking it couldn't be worse
than what had already happened.
"You won't like it if I tell you..." Paige answered.
I sighed and said "Fine, do what it takes, you're probably right, I won't
want to know."
Paige gave me a little smile and told me to lay down on the bed.
"Look, I don't know about vampires and things like that, but I'm pretty
sure it doesn't mean..."
"No, it doesn't involve that, but that's always an idea for later." He
said giving me a wink.
I hadn't thought about it meaning Paige would have to bite me again, but
that's exactly how it went. He bit my neck, sending me back into the
dizzying loss of reality, but he did things differently this time. Firstly,
he seemed to be drinking forever, not stopping after a little bit like last
time. By the time he was finished, I was so weak I could barely keep my
eyes open, yet I did, wanting to see what he was doing. When the ghastly
site that greeted my eyes registered with me, I instantly wished that I
hadn't. Paige was beside me, biting a gaping place in his wrist, bringing
more and more blood to the surface with every bite. More appalling than
that, I almost fainted when he held his dripping wrist to my mouth and
whispered a single word: "Drink."
Drink? Blood? I knew exactly what being a vampire meant I was going to
have to drink from now on, but now that I was faced with it, I was blank to
all knowledge I had. I couldn't do it, this was a horrible idea, I should
have just let myself die. Drinking someone's blood was murder and I wasn't
about to bring myself to doing it. It was then I caught the scent of the
blood, and to my horror, I wanted it more than anything. Before I knew what
I was doing, I'd pulled Paige's wrist to my mouth and let the blood pour in,
savoring the delicious flavor of every drop. After what seemed like a split
second, and eternity at the same time, he pulled his wrist from my mouth and
sat back. "So?" He whispered.
"I feel...strange. In a good way though." And indeed I did. The world
seemed peaceful in a way that it hadn't since Paige had first bitten me.
Paige looked relived. "Good, that means you're now fully vampire."
For the first week of my new vampiric life, one of the five men would take
me out at night to feed. They could have very well gone in the daytime, but
they all said they liked the cloak of darkness that the night gave them. In
that week, I noticed how differently all of them fed. Jay for instance,
liked to play with his prey, almost seduce them, in a sense. He would toy
with their emotions until he'd heightened the moment, then he would bite.
Bobby on the other hand, seemed rather bored with the whole thing. He would
go out, choose his victim, bite them, and get it over with as soon as he
could. He didn't seem disgusted with what he was doing, but he was very
blasé about it. And then there was Ryan. Never in my life had I seen such
human pain and misery as I did when I accompanied Ryan on his nightly
feedings. He seemed to love torturing his victims in every conceivable way.
The first time I went with him, he took his prey, a young girl on this
occasion, led her a hotel room, and bit her. But not biting for the sake of
drinking his fill, he drank enough so she would be too weak to escape, but
was still alert enough to know what was going on around her. He then
proceeded to bite her wrist, and forced her watch as he drank the life out
of her. I'll never forget the look of agony on that girls face, or the
cries of despair that sprang from her lips. After that night, it was a
comfort to go with Amir. He was undoubtedly the most gentle of them all,
only using minimal force when absolutely necessary. He soon became my
favorite to tag along with. Paige was different from the others in a way I
can't even describe. His attitude was completely different, it was a game
to him. He would do much the same thing he did when he first bit me.
Follow the chosen player of the night, putting all the paranoid thoughts
that mortals so easily dismiss into their heads, and strike, just as their
fear had begun to diminish. So far, I had absolutely no technique to speak
of, but they all claimed that would come in time, after I'd had experience.
It was seven days since I'd become a vampire, and I'd not been home, or
talked to any of my friends or family members since that night. I turned in
early one night, after accompanying Amir on his feeding, figuring I would
get a peaceful nights rest and not sleep the day away the following morning.
Dreams weren't unusual in my life, I'd had strange ones as long as I could
remember, but I never had nightmares, not even living the life I was now.
But this night was the one that changed it all.
In my dream I saw the faces of those I'd killed in the last six days,
cursing my every name, blaming me for cutting their promising lives short,
telling me how God would punish me for what I'd done. I awoke sweating,
terrified of the dream I'd just had around 1 a.m. I couldn't stay here any
longer, I HAD to get out of this house, away from these people who'd made me
what I was. I quickly got dressed and ran down the stairs, trying to make a
hasty exit through the front door, only to be stopped by Bobby.
"Where are you going at 1 a.m?" He asked curiously.
I noticed the four other men standing in the hallway behind Bobby,
listening with interest. But I didn't care. Had I left without telling
them, they just would have come to my house. They knew where to look for
me, whether I liked it or not. "I can't stay here anymore!" I blurted out.
"I hate what you've done to me, I hate what I've become! And I refuse to
be it any longer! I'm going home, and nothing will ever bring me back here,
to you, you that made me a murderer!" My furious gaze was now set on Paige
as if it were his fault, when I knew that it wasn't. It wasn't just him, it
was all of them, they decided together to make this of me, he was only the
one who carried it out.
Jay came forward and grabbed me by the shoulders as I turned towards the
door. "Jennifer, you don't know enough about what you are to be on your
own, that's why you're here, with us, so we can teach you." His voice was
soft, but I could hear the underlying rage in it.
I had a million things I could have said to him. But all of them would
have raised an argument. So I said something very simple: "F*ck you. I
hate every one of you, and I will not live in a house where people get
pleasure out of other people's misery." And with that, I walked out the
door, and all the way home. It must have been miles, but I was so insane
with fury, I never felt the pavement beneath me.
