THE ORGY CHRONICLES
By Jennifer Likes
Chapter 8
"Come on." Ryan said, grabbing Nicole's hand and leading her out of the
cemetery. "I have a present for you."
"Really? And what would this ‘present' be?"
Ryan smiled. "You'll just have to wait and see."
Twenty minutes later Nicole and Ryan were standing on their front porch.
"Close your eyes." Ryan said as he guided Nicole into the house. "Okay,
open them."
Nicole opened her eyes and saw a girl, perhaps 15 or so, locked in a large
cage, the kind dogs were kept in at the pound. A smile washed over Nicole's
face. "Ryan! You shouldn't have!"
"I thought it could be a... bonding time for us."
Nicole smiled again. "The couple that tortures together, stays together?'
"I'll go get the spikes." Ryan said with a laugh, referring to the spikes
they used to torture their victims with.
"Jennifer!" Nicole hissed excitedly, coming into the kitchen and sitting
down beside me. "You'll never guess what Ryan got me!"
"The chick in the cage?" I said, adding to the sketch I was doing. "Yeah,
I saw her. Ryan told me to keep an eye on her till you two got back. I
tell you, she's a determined little b*tch. She spent an hour trying to chew
the lock off the cage. She finally realized it wasn't worth it when her
gums started bleeding from the metal."
Nicole rubbed her hands together evilly. "Ohhh...this shall be fun!" she
said, running back to her caged prey.
I added the finishing touches to my sketch, and held it at arms length to
examine it. It was a picture of a young boy, maybe 12 or so, that I'd fed
on the previous night. The look in his sapphire eyes was haunting. Fear,
confusion, the recognition that death was in his near future. I threw the
sketch back on the table and sighed. I seemed to be the only one that was
having guilt about killing. Sometimes I thought Amir might be...I'd catch a
look in his eyes when his victims were pleading with him, but it was always
so brief I could never really tell. I'd asked him about it before, but he
told me the same thing the others had told me. That I just wasn't used to
it, and that it would all come in time.
"I'm going to feed." I told Nicole and Ryan, who were kneeling beside the
cage, torturing devices in hand.
"Sure you don't want a bite?" Ryan asked, a sloppy grin plastered on his
face from the sheer joy of killing with Nicole by his side.
"Tempting, but no." I looked at the cage girl, her eyes glazed over from
fear and loss of blood.
"Please help me!" she whimpered.
"What's your name?" I asked as Nicole jabbed a metal spike into a vein in
the girl's arm.
"Laura." She replied through tears.
"Well Laura," I said examining the blood pouring out of her, "just trust me
when I say you'll be grateful for death at this point."
I walked toward the door and put on my jacket. "Have fun you too." My
comment was answered with a grin from both of them before they returned to
their purposely inflicted torture.
When I walked out the door, I ran into Jay, who was returning from his
"dinner."
"I don't even get a ‘hello'?" I said as he swept past me without a word.
Jay turned and looked at me. "I'm sorry, Jennifer. I... I just have a lot
on my mind right now."
"No kidding." I said. "The last week or so, you've been so preoccupied.
Are you ever going to tell me what's wrong?"
Jay sighed. "I will, you deserve to know. When you get back that is.
You're too pale, I can tell you haven't fed enough."
"Alright, I'll hurry back."
"Okay. Oh, and Jennifer?"
"Yeah?"
"Be careful."
Jay's comment puzzled me. "Careful? I've been doing this for months now,
nothing's ever happened."
"I know." he said in a somewhat peculiar tone. "Just watch out for
anyone...
you know...strange or creepy... Just trust your female intuition... or
whatever,"
"Um... okay, I'll be careful."
"Good." Jay said, planting a kiss on my cheek. "We'll talk when you get
back."
After feeding on two unsuspecting people, I started back home. Jay's words
still troubled me. He seemed genuinely upset about something, something
that seemed very serious, and he'd obviously had on his mind for quite a
while, then he told me to be careful. Something wasn't right. I quickened
my steps, not wanting to wait to talk to Jay. When I walked into the house,
the air chilled me. It was dark, and eerily quiet.
"Jay?" I called out, walking into the living room. It seemed more than a
little bizarre that he wouldn't be here when he'd wanted us to talk so
badly.
"Where the hell is everyone?" I mumbled to myself as I turned on a lamp.
"I can't tell you that. But I can tell you that they're not here."
I quickly turned around at the sound of the unfamiliar male voice. I saw
a man, unknown to me, sitting on the couch. He was completely dressed in
black, his head shaved bald, and wearing sunglasses.
"Who the hell are you?" I yelled, backing away from him.
"I'm Noelin."
"Who?"
"Noelin." He repeated, watching my confusion closely. "So they've told
you nothing of me."
"I'm going to go with no, seeing as I have no clue who in the hell you
are!" I said, still not knowing what to make of him.
"How dare you speak to me like that!" He screamed. "Have you no concept
of whom you're speaking with?"
"Well, I JUST told you that I didn't..." I shot back, refusing to let him
intimidate me. "So tell me...Noelin...who are you, and what are you doing
in my house?"
"I'm Noelin, the 900 year old ruler of the vampires. To any vampire in the
world, I am god! This includes you, so you should treat me with respect!"
"Ruler of the vampires?" I repeated. "I didn't even know there was such a
thing."
"Somehow, I'm not surprised." Noelin said, again sitting down on the
couch. "It's a long story, and frankly, I don't care to tell it. Besides,
we have more important things to attend to."
"Such as?" At that moment I felt cloth clamp over my mouth and nose, and
caught the scent of ether. I tried not to inhale it, but it was too late.
Everything was going dark, and I heard Noelin's evil laughter as I blacked
out completely.
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