The demon hitched up her dress to expose her hips. It hastily unbuttoned its trousers and released its swollen member. While its tongue licked her fleshy folds, it furiously masturbated.
Eternal shuddered with revulsion. Her thoughts drifted to another world where The Count whipped her pale flesh to streaks of bloody ribbons.
She snapped out of her nightmare into the horrors of the present, still trapped in an imagined cold, stone, circular prison. She screamed in panic, desperately trying to pull her dress down while the hideous demon molested her with its tongue.
But the demon was too strong, heaving its putrid, pustule-ridden body on top of her, trying to penetrate her with its twitching Devil’s prong.
Eternal squirmed and twisted to no avail.
The demon hissed with delight then clamped its fetid lips to her mouth, raping her with its writhing tongue.
She summoned her dark music of ravens’ wings to confuse the demon’s hatred. Ah, the sweat pain of gleaming! She smirked, sensing the vile thing’s pain. The demon’s eyes bulged almost from their sockets when Eternal’s long fangs bit into its tongue, simultaneously gripping its testicles with all her strength. She felt its pain, the stomach-groin agony that only males could feel.
The demon tried to pull away, its bursting eyes reflecting her coal black pools, glinting with an ancient hunger. She sent a flock of wailing Banshees inside its mind.
Eternal was knocked back by a vicious punch to her face. Her fangs refused to let go of the demon’s festering lump of meat. It fell across her, unable to detach itself from her teeth.
It pulled her from the bed with blood pouring from its punctured tongue into Eternal’s eager mouth with her clenched nails fastened to its testicles in a vice-like grip. They crashed to the floor.
Fully aroused, Eternal straddled the whimpering demon still gripping its groin. She detached her fangs from its tongue and drank the bitter blood gushing from its mouth. The need to regurgitate overcame her but forced herself to keep it down. It was better than starving to death.
The blood fire rushed through her body, tingling her skin with needle pricks of heat. She sensed the demon’s cruel life. Images of torture, rape, murder and perversions so vile and disgusting accosted her. This demon had been around since the Great Pyramid released his kind.
Eternal heard the bolt scraping across the door. She stared in terror at the demon witch charging into the room with sheer panic etched across its ugly face. The witch punched her and tried to gouge out Eternal’s eyes.
Eternal’s fingers left the demon’s groin to protect her own eyes from the witch’s slashing claws.
The witch kicked Eternal in the stomach, gripped her shoulders and hurled her against the bars of the window with a triumphant scream.
Momentarily stunned, Eternal lay sprawled across the bed, watching the monsters through blurred vision.
The witch tended to the demon. She struggled and cursed at the demon’s heavy, dead weight. “Help me, you stupid fuck!” She hefted the useless, writhing monster.
“Move it Bonbon, or you’ll get us both in trouble.” She tugged on Bonbon’s arm.
Eternal’s eyesight returned to normal. She sprang to her feet like a cat and growled her bloody mouth at the witch. She sprayed blood, snarling like a wild animal, “Get out, you witch.”
The witch stared in terror at Eternal and put her hands to her ears to shut out the wailing Banshees.
“My music will be your death knell, vile bitch!” Eternal hissed.
The witch dropped Bonbon’s arm and backed away. She shuddered at Eternal’s ancient presence filling her vile soul with dark torment.
Eternal spat blood onto the demon’s squirming face then looked at the gore soaked into her hospital gown and on her hands.
“I am Eternal,” she screamed so loud the witch had to put her hands to her ears. Eternal raised her hands to the heavens. The sight of demon blood dripping from her fingers ignited her need for more. With a growl she pounced on Bonbon.
The witch ran.
Eternal’s fangs were about to rip out the demon’s throat when she sensed danger. She turned to see a chair smash into her head. All went black for a moment. She groaned to a blurry half-consciousness and was kicked off the demon’s body. Her pain invited Rose to the surface.
Chapter 33
Rose stared through tearful eyes at the nurse handling the orderly. She had no idea what was going on.
The nurse struggled to remove the orderly’s hands to hitch up his trousers and fasten them. “Get a move on or we’ll both be found out.”
The evil orderly groaned to his feet and leaned against the nurse. He pointed at Rose and slid his bloody finger across his throat with a grinning promise of her fate.
Rose could not understand. She got up and wiped blood from her face. Upon seeing the blood on her hand she gasped, staggering backwards onto the cot, her head pounding from a thousand hammers.
Nurse Marteau sneered at Bonbon. “Clean yourself up before that bitch Collette sees you ... damned fool.”
“Wha’ ‘bout at one?” Bonbon said with a swollen tongue, pointing at Rose.
“I’ll take care of her.”
And take care of Rose she did. The nurse tugged Rose from the bed, tore the sheets off and used them to clean the gore from Rose in the harshest manner. She manhandled, slapped her, threw Rose to the floor, kicked and threatened her. “Bonbon says he’ll gut you like a pig.”
During this assault, Rose stared blankly around her in confusion and terror. She did not utter a single word or cry out at the rough treatment.
Nurse Marteau slapped Rose for the sheer pleasure of it. “We knew you were a bad one.”
Nurse Collette arrived, slightly out of breath. “What the devil is going on?” Shock was frozen on her face. She gave Nurse Marteau a peculiar frown.
Nurse Marteau held Rose close to her and twisted her arm behind her back. “She had a nose bleed ... went into a fit and fainted dead away.” The nurse struggled with Rose. “Fetch the jacket ... she’s violent!”
Rose became frantic. She screamed and hissed like an alley cat.
Nurse Marteau gripped Rose with a choke hold while Nurse Collette dashed off.
Rose fainted.
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The witch’s bony fingers released the straps from the gurney and tossed Rose to the hard tiled floor cocooned in the straightjacket. The impact was excruciating. Rose was dragged across the wet floor and attached to a metal loop by a leather strap. She dangled like a side of pork in an abattoir. She watched the evil nurse walk back to a central pillion and remove something metallic.
Rose stared with utter dread at the black orifice aimed at her. She had no idea what it was but the look of wicked delight on the nurse told her to brace herself for fresh torture.
The gush of ice cold water slammed Rose against the tiled wall, smacking her head with such force all went black. The pressure slowly compressed her lungs. She could not draw breath while water filled her mouth and nostrils. There was no escape so her mind travelled backwards, the crescendo of freezing water deluging her fractured soul. Flashing images of the previous day added to her torment. She saw bloody feet splashing in pools of black blood. Ice cold rain slashed her face then all went to hell. Oblivion!
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Rose opened her eyes to see Nurse Marteau unclamping her from the gurney. The jacket was removed without further ado and in a moment of utter cruelty, Rose was dropped to the floor of her room.
She hit with a bone-jolting crunch that snapped her teeth with such force a surge of pain spiked into her head. She shivered with the chilling effects of the water treatment still gripping her. She was so cold her head felt like steel jaws were crushing it.
“Perhaps Bonbon might make a house-call tonight. I’m sure you’ll want to kiss and make up.” The miserable matriarch laughed, removed the blanket from the window and took it with her. She bolted the door, sealing Rose’s fate.
Rose crawled
onto her freshly made bed and hugged herself tightly. The soaking wet hospital gown clung to her like a second skin. She risked a glance out of the window to see the sun now obscured by black clouds but still intense enough to snap her eyes shut in an instant. A distant rumble foretold trouble. She burrowed under the sheet, curled up into her favored position and cried desperate tears to release her from this hell.
Rose fell into a deep sleep where vivid nightmares of bloodlust and erotic pleasures consumed her soul to replace it with something darkly different. Eternal took control of her weakening mind and sent desperate pleas to Edouard with sweet images of their naked bodies entwined in the heat of love. Her dark music fled the room in a flock of ravens, flew through the corridor, up the stairway until it found her true love and cloaked him with its irresistible allure.
Chapter 34
Lustful thoughts of taking Eternal to that high plateau of pleasure filled Edouard’s sleeping mind with a singular purpose. His dreams were flooded with blood wine, dancing and rampant sexual adventures under the full moon. The more he loved her, the more blood he drank. The lovers embraced and fell into a deep slumber. A loud hammering at the massive oak door alerted them to the arrival of Eternal’s nemesis – The Count. Eternal screamed his name in terror – Lucien.
Edouard jolted out of his nightmare, his heart pounding painfully in his heaving chest. His brow wrinkled with confusion, her influence still tangible. The room was quite dark. He scrambled for his fob watch and frowned, it should not be so gloomy at this hour in the afternoon. Was that thunder in the distance? The pounding grew increasingly louder, directing his attention towards the door. The frantic hammering became more insistent. Eternal echoed around his confused mind. “Help me now!”
A female voice called out, “Doctor Clavet?” A moment’s pause was followed by, “Doctor Clavet? You are needed at once.”
Edouard jumped from the bed, still fully clothed. He wiped sleep, confusion and the after-effects of too much cognac from his eyes, slipping on his shoes. Her sweet lullaby filled his agitated mind. He flung the door open to see Nurse Collette standing in the hallway looking extremely anxious.
“Doctor Clavet, please come quickly. Doctor Vernier told me to fetch you. It’s the amnesia case. She’s delirious.” She stepped aside for Edouard to exit his private quarters.
“Is she in immediate danger?”
Nurse Collette shrugged and said, “I cannot say, Doctor Clavet ... but it is of the utmost urgency.” She gave Edouard a peculiar look. “Your patient is quite unusual ... you care for her, don’t you?”
He looked away to hide his guilt. Desperation, confusion and uncertainty all fought for supremacy.
Nurse Collette nodded her head and hurried off down the hallway after Edouard.
Edouard clambered down the gloomy stairs two at a time. He didn’t bother to check the mirrors, rushing along the darkened corridor to the horrendous screams. His heart was fit to explode. The music assaulted him, a crescendo of a thousand ancient storms.
Lightning created a strobe effect in the corridor. Thunder rattled the windowpanes with angry fists.
Edouard entered Eternal’s room with utter trepidation. A violent flash of heavenly anger flooded the room with a ghostly white light. No blanket on the window! He stared aghast at Eternal huddled in the corner of her bed where it abutted the wall and window. The look in her coal black eyes cauterized his soul with a hot lance. Her divine music flooded his being. This close to Eternal’s agonies enabled him to feel everything she felt. He was pummeled by her terror.
When she screamed at the blinding flash of light, he needed to scream – the tortuous glare drilling into her shattered mind with razor sharp needles. Her screams tore at Edouard’s breaking heart. He was about to rush to her and hug her to him.
Edouard faltered, noticing Henri scrutinizing the patient with a shake of his head. A crash of thunder shook the room with a terrible rage eliciting more screams which almost tore Edouard’s heart asunder.
Henri gave Edouard a despondent look.
Eternal put her hands to her ears and screamed like a Banshee. Her torment echoed around the institute infecting the other patients who picked up on Eternal’s terror, joining her in a cacophony of deranged wailing. The thunder ceased for a moment. The screams did not.
Eternal stared with a terrible determination at Edouard. Her power infused him with her love. Her music caressed him with its sweet persistence.
She pleaded, “You have come to rescue me, Edouard? You must take me from here before He comes, before He sends me to the dark place for all eternity.”
Edouard looked from Eternal to Henri, unsure of what to do or say. He cocked his head and frowned. The institute had fallen into a sullen silence, as if following Eternal’s cue. Had she silenced all the other inmates? Was her power that all-encompassing?
Edouard recognized the perplexed frown on Henri when all the patients’ tortured cries went silent. A preternatural calm cloaked the asylum.
“You must protect me, Edouard. The Eternal Hour is so close.” She reached out to her true love with a trembling hand. Eternal gazed into Edouard’s concerned face with eyes that beseeched an answer.
Edouard was about to reply when a flash of lightning ripped the gloomy afternoon apart, sending Eternal into delirium. Her screams were echoed by her fellow patients. With a resigned sigh, he knew the moment was lost.
Edouard accepted her torment, possibly etched in a distant past beyond his understanding.
He noticed Henri giving him a furtive glance, shaking his head with dismay. Had Henri figured out how much he loved her? Perhaps Nurse Collette had told him of her concerns? If so he might be removed from this case. His stomach turned sick with the thought of being deprived of her company.
Eternal looked around the room. “Where am I? Please don’t let the vile one find me at the chateau. Promise me, Edouard. You must protect our destiny.”
Edouard drew closer to Eternal and in a moment of unbridled recklessness, he caressed her shoulder. A dark passion surged through him, his heart impaled by a red-hot sword. His touch relayed to him the impossibility of her damp gown, creasing his face with a frown that was soon erased with a smile upon noticing her unblemished face. The scratches had completely vanished. He glanced furtively to Henri, wondering if he had noticed this miracle.
Henri gave Edouard a warning with his eyes. “Don’t get too close to her ... not in this state.” He placed a hand on his subordinate’s shoulder and gave him a stern look.
Another flash of lightning blanched the room. Eternal covered her eyes with her hands. “Please make it stop ... it hurts so much,” she begged. She cringed at the thunderous reply that shook the windowpane. Her hands went to her ears. “He mustn’t find me here ... not here ... not before the Eternal Hour.”
Henri turned to Edouard. “I truly believe she is delusional, no doubt reliving the atrocity at the chateau. Whatever she experienced is coming back. Perhaps she believes she’s still there, hiding from those murderous bastards.”
Edouard nodded in agreement, not taking his eyes from Eternal’s hypnotic gaze but knowing full well her terrors were far more insidious. “Where is the dark place?”
Eternal’s gaze changed to a faraway look of hopelessness. “I’m not going back there. Never ... never!” She looked around her room and frowned. “Are we at the chateau, Edouard?”
Edouard was confused for which chateau did she mean? “You are safe where you are. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise ... but I need to know where the dark place is. Is it a cellar or cave, perhaps?” He gently probed under the watchful eye of Henri. “I’m here to protect you.” He cleared his throat and plunged in head first. “Edouard is here to keep you safe until the Eternal Hour has been completed.” Whatever that meant?
Henri gave Edouard a most curious glance. “Where are you going with this line of questioning, Doctor Clavet?”
Edouard looked nervously to Henri and shrugged.
/> Eternal smiled thinly. “Oh my sweet, Edouard ... I have loved you through the ages. Now you must stop him ... defeat him ... send him back to Oblivion ... only then will I be complete.” She grabbed her true love’s hand and held it up to her face, kissing and nuzzling his fingers.
Edouard sighed with rapture when her power infused him with her allure. He glanced at Henri.
Henri watched Edouard very closely. A troubled look of concern flickered across his face.
Edouard knew he was in deep trouble now but pushed on. “Please help me to understand?” He gently removed his hand from Eternal’s feeble grasp. “Who are you frightened of?” This was for Henri for Edouard already knew the answer but he was not ready for Eternal’s response.
Eternal turned to the window and stared at her pale reflection only to look away in abject terror as lightning seared her eyes. She glanced about her tiny room, trembling with fear.
“The demon Count desires above all else to be eternal ... but he can never be, for only I have the power to decide that fate. My blood is for you alone, Edouard.” She shook her head violently, cascading her wet hair about her shoulders. “He has bedded his mistress for so long ... and her name is death. The Count lives for the hunt, to see terror in his prey before draining its life.” Eternal stared out of the window. “It was not always like that ... he would often hold my hand ... love me with a kiss ... but now he is gone ... corrupted by The Count who needs my blood so he may create an eternity of chaos and war.”
Edouard frowned. He gave Henri a worried look. “Are you talking of vampires and demons?”
“If that is what you want to call them ... then yes, demons ... there are demons here hiding inside those who let them in.” Eternal clutched hold of the bars and tugged with all her might. “I must be free.”
Edouard stared at her for a shocked moment, allowing what she had said to sink in. He glanced at Henri who shook his head with dismay. It was obvious Henri suspected Edouard had fallen under her spell. What now? He faltered for a moment, unsure how to proceed but was relieved to see Henri urge him on with a nod of his head.
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