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Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Dark Form - Chapter 17


 I waited around, taking a closer look at the strange items around the shop, until Doobie finally came to.
 She didn’t seem surprised to find herself on the ground.  
 Then again…Doobie seemed like the type of person who finds herself on the ground more often than most people. 
 I walked over to check on her, “Are you okay?”
 Doobie smiled. “I’m fine…whew, that was intense! I guess I just needed a little nap!”

Doobie sounded more like someone exhausted from a day at an amusement park than a person who just became a meal for a vampire. 
 I hesitated; trying to find a nice way to say what was on my mind,  “Look…I really appreciate what you did for me – in more ways than you know.”
 I paused again, hoping that my previous words would soften the blow…in case she took it all the wrong way. “But I need a long-term, everyday survival solution.  This place is a bit far for me to be coming here every day when I’m thirsty.  I came here hoping you could provide that for me.”
 “By the Observer…” Doobie stopped and put her hands up as if she’d just forgotten the most important thing in the world.

“What?” I asked, “What is it?”
 Suddenly she became very excited again. “You’re right!  And I just remembered something!”
 Doobie turned quickly and hurried out of the room.  I followed close behind… “What is it?”

“Proof that I’m even more prepared than I thought I was.”
 That didn’t really answer my question and Doobie didn’t appear to be about to offer an explanation, so I figured I’d just let her do what she was doing. I’d only known her for about an hour, but in that time I’d already realized that’s just the way it works when dealing with her. 
 Doobie entered another room and began looking around. 
 I entered behind her and saw that we were in her kitchen. Surprisingly it was a lot cleaner than I expected based on what the shop up front looked like. 
 Doobie was standing in what appeared to be a storage space adjacent to the kitchen. She’d become frantic…like a chicken with its head cut off. 
 “Where is it? Oh…I would lose my head if it wasn’t connected with bones and ligaments, muscles, arteries, cartilage an esophagus and such!”

At an earlier time in my life, Doobie’s detailed description of the anatomy of the neck would have been a bit off-putting, but now it actually made my stomach flip a bit…as if someone was describing a rich dessert. 
 Doobie’s tone was desperate. She checked all around her before her eyes landed on an ice cooler that was sitting right in front of her. “Of course! That’s right! If it were a snake it would have bit me!” 
 I still had no idea what Doobie was looking for, nor what the heck she was talking about…but she seemed pretty pleased with herself. She opened up the cooler and gasped as if there truly was a snake in it. “Here it is…by the Observer!”
 Doobie pulled something out of the cooler and turned to walk towards me.  “I have just what you need…”

I urged her on feeling anxious to finally have a way to curb my thirst and annoyed that she had a habit of dragging things along. “I’m dying here…what is it?”
 Doobie handed me something in a small sac. “Put those away…you don’t want to lose them.”

I did as she said, although I still didn’t know what it was. “Are you going to –”

“They’re plasma fruit seeds,” Doobie supplied without me having to finish my question. I was grateful for the answer, but I needed more info. I prayed that it wouldn’t take Doobie all day to give it to me. 
 To my relief, she continued… “You plant them like a regular seed…and in a few weeks you’ll have plasma fruit. A vegan scientist turned vampire discovered it centuries ago.  It mimics the properties found in human plasma and the juice from it is guaranteed to satisfy you…although not quite as much as human blood. It comes pretty close though!”
 Doobie sat down at the nearby kitchen table.

“So what do I do while waiting for the fruit to grow?” I asked, sitting down next to her.

“I’ve come up with a solution for that too.  I’ll send you my blood…as often as I can, via courier. I can also send ripe plasma fruit as well.  There are a few trees located here in Forgotten Hollow.”
 I couldn’t believe that Doobie was willing to do that. “Wait…so you’re willing to send me some of your own blood?”

Doobie smiled as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Sure.  Why not? I have an IV somewhere around here.  I’ll just draw some and have it delivered to you as quickly as a courier can get it to you.”
 I was incredibly relieved. “Doobie…you just don’t know how much that would mean to me.”

“It’s what you came here for, right? Besides that…it’ll be my absolute pleasure.  I’ve been waiting all my life to find out if there are any vampires still around…and now – I get to serve one.”

I quickly corrected her, “Let’s not call it serving…just helping.  Okay?”
 Doobie smiled once again. “But it’s the same thing though, right? We were all put here by the almighty Observer to serve one another.”
 I wasn’t about to argue with Doobie, so I just let it go by changing the subject. “So…how’d you get the nickname Doobie?”

Doobie’s eyes took on a far-off gaze…as if she was able to actually see into the past. “Oh…my so-called friends started calling me that back home in Willow Creek. I guess they all thought I was a bit weird…like I was ‘on’ something, so they took to calling me that. My real name is Christina…Christina Ingram.  But…I guess I’m okay with Doobie…since that’s the name that’s brought us together.”
 “Well, I’ll only use the name with the utmost respect, Doobie.”

I could tell that she was touched and appreciated me for saying that, “Thank you…and I hope that you’ll eventually come to know me as a friend.”

“I already consider you one.”
 Doobie looked as if she was close to tears, “I consider you one too.”

I stood up to get ready to leave, “I’d better be getting back, now.”

Doobie stood up right after, “Okay…you can expect the first shipment tomorrow in time for breakfast.  Tonight is the perfect night for Plasma Fruit picking!” 
 Doobie followed me back to the foyer and out the front door. 
 “You are a life-saver Doobie.  I’ll be in touch!”

“Please do…I tend not to get very many visitors these days. I can’t remember the last time I actually sold something.”

I started to offer to come back to do some shopping, but I figured that would be taking it too far.  I couldn’t imagine needing anything that I’d seen in Doobie’s showroom. 
 I waved goodbye and took off down the road.
Words couldn’t begin to express the relief I felt now that I had a way to control my thirst.  I could finally imagine being on my way to living a life as close to normal as possible.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Dark Form - Chapter 16


 Doobie’s response was incredibly loud and unexpected. She threw her hands in the air as if in worship and shouted, “I knew it!  By the Observer, I knew it. People called me nuts for years, but I held fast to my faith and now it finally pays off!”
 “What?  I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you mean.  You knew what?”
 “I knew that you all couldn’t be gone! After all of these years, I figured at least one of you would resurface. So are you a hundred percenter or only a fifty - wait! Don’t tell me, let me guess.  I’d say a fifty percenter!” 
 I had to stop her there. “Wait, what? I don’t get what any of that means.  I don’t even know for sure what’s going on with me.”

“In that case, follow me…I know of a simple test.” Doobie turned and started heading to the foyer.

I followed, wanting answers, “What is a fifty percenter?”
 “A fifty percenter is someone who’s been turned into a vampire by another vampire.  You see…there are three types of vampires.  Hundred percenters or ‘true vampires’ are born into their vampirism from a mother who is a vampire. Their father may or may not be a vampire, but as long as they spent their gestation period inside of a vampire...nourished by the blood of humans, they are considered one hundred percent…even if their mom is only a fifty percenter.  A seventy percenter is also born, but are not born from a vampire mother.  Their vampire genes come from only their father. Some may argue that there is a 4th type of vampire…a master vampire who is born from two parents that were born into vampirism, but in my opinion…that makes things more complicated than it needs to be.”  
 I was thoroughly confused, “Yeah, it sounds complicated enough already. What’s the test?”

Doobie didn’t answer right away.  Instead, she stepped in front of the large mirror in the foyer, before finally speaking. “All I need you to do is step in front of this mirror.”

This lady was getting nuttier and nuttier by the minute.  “Why?” I asked. “What type of test is that?”
 Doobie’s eyes never left the mirror as she spoke. “It’s all in your reflection.  If you can see your reflection, then you’re not a vampire.  But if you can’t, you are!  Simple as that!”
 “What?  Of course I have a reflection,” I argued.

“Well, come here and let’s see it.”

My stomach sank as I walked over and stood in front of Doobie.  It suddenly came to my attention that I hadn’t bothered to look in a mirror since the virus took over.  It wasn’t something that I avoided consciously.  I just hadn’t done it. I wondered if it was something that I was instinctively avoiding. 
 I didn’t even have to fully turn my head.  My peripheral vision was already showing me that Doobie’s was the only reflection in the mirror. 
 “You see?  You have no reflection.  You are in fact, a vampire.”

I wanted to be sick.  I was in denial: “But that’s only some made up lore.  That whole reflection thing can’t possibly be real.”
 Doobie stepped to the side to give me a moment for it all to sink in.  The longer I stared at the spot in the mirror where my reflection should have been, the less logical my argument became. 
 In a voice weakened by reality, I questioned Doobie further. “So what does this mean?” I asked.
 “It means exactly what you think it means, honey-”
 Doobie’s voice took on a sudden air of excitement as if she had reached an epiphany, “- you are a full-fledged vampire! From your reaction, and lack of knowledge, I’m guessing you weren’t born that way. Another vampire had to have turned you. Ode to the Observer! That means that there’s more than one of you! How delightful! Do you know who it was that turned you?”
 “No!” I turned to face her, growing more and more frustrated by the second.  She was gaining an awful lot of joy from my unfortunate predicament. “So, can you help me?  Your paper seemed to imply that you could help me with my thirst problem.  Is that true?”
 She thought about it for a few moments.  “Well…I suppose I do have something that can help you, at least in the short term.”

I wished she would just come out and say it, but it seemed that Doobie liked to string things along.  Right on cue, my thirst began to pick up.  I needed a quick answer from this woman, or I was afraid that she’d be a victim soon. I didn’t even try to hide my impatience. “What?  What can you offer me?”
 Doobie held out her hands and did a short dramatic dip, before continuing… “Me... you can drink from me!”
 I was astounded. “What? You want me to - drink your blood?” I was appalled, but the darkness stirred a bit at the thought. “I couldn’t do that!”
 Doobie rubbed her hands together, as she practically begged… “Oh, please do!  I’d be honored!  It’s been my lifelong dream to help nourish a real life vampire!”
 I had to clarify. “So you want me to bite you and,” I tried to swallow my repulsion before I repeated my question; hoping to get a different answer, “actually suck your blood?”
 She answered my question with two questions, “Wouldn’t that help you out?  What better way to satisfy your thirst, than by drinking from a willing fresh source?”
 I still had reservations, but the darkness did not.  The conscientious part of me seemed to be pushed to the background…screaming nooo, don’t do it’ for a while.  But as I stepped closer to Doobie and pulled her to where I could almost taste the regular vibrations of her pulse in the air… I felt almost intoxicated and the nonexistent voice retreated to the realm of the imagined.
 I wanted to taste her so bad. I moved in close…but when my teeth were mere inches away from her neck, I paused to ask one question, “What if I can’t stop?”

Her answer was breathy and almost matched the rhythm of her blood flow. “I trust you! You’ll know when to stop.”  
 The second my teeth pierced her skin…I realized something.  It wasn’t the darkness that had asked that question.  It wouldn’t have asked.  It was me… the real me.  
 The darkness no longer felt like a foreign invader.  For the first time, I realized that we had merged.  We weren’t two separate beings; we were one and the same. 

Somehow I felt some comfort in that as I allowed myself to freely suck Doobie’s blood.

Doobie moaned as if she was taking pleasure in the act.  I relaxed and allowed myself to enjoy it too.  There was a certain intimacy to it. 
 I was not afraid that I’d lose control and suck too much.  I was in full control. I always was in full control. The only thing that had changed was that I had let the internal struggle go. I’d finally conceded and accepted both parts of myself.
 I drank my fill and pulled away from Doobie. She let out another almost orgasmic moan.  I wiped away any left-over blood from my lips. 
 I smiled as warmness filled me from the inside.  I was satisfied... not just part of me, but my whole being.  I felt renewed, happy, as if this was some sort of baptism for my soul. 
 Doobie took a few unsteady steps and reentered her showroom. Her voice held the shaky cadence of someone heavily inebriated, “Tha…that, was…a…ama-zing!”  
 Then she slowly crumbled to the floor.  As I watched her fall, I let out a shout of fright, “Doobie! Are you okay?”
 I was afraid for just a moment, until I stepped close enough to see that I hadn’t killed her. She was still breathing.
 She had just fainted from losing so much blood so quickly.


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