The Naughty Box (9 books in 1 box set)

by Davis, SJ

  I laughed. “I am a vampire,” I said to him as I sat the book down and felt a sense of relief welling up that I admitted to it.

  “You are not,” he whispered to me and then I felt Rene behind and Cory stood up.

  “Vanessa, we are here to take you back.”

  “What?” I said as confusion swept over me.

  “Vanessa, this photo was taken 10 years ago, you have been very hard to find since it all happened.”

  “I don’t…” I said as another memory welled up in my head and then I saw Hunter’s face, clear as day as he laid under me, his mouth moving but his lips stained with blood. I looked to my hand and saw the knife, dripping with his life. I then did something unexpected, I licked it and it tasted good. I enjoyed the sweet and salty flavor and as it passed my lips, danced on my tongue and raced down my throat something in me awoke. A power, something I had never had and I slipped off of the bed and jerked my door open. I walked down the hallway and Rachel was first to meet me. I held the knife tightly in my hand behind my back and then stabbed her as I whispered into her ear that I was giving her a gift of immortality. She slumped before me, hands shaking and her dress slowly turned from white to crimson as the old humanity left her and the new life filled her up. I did not wait for her to rise again, I knew I had to find my family, and as I walked down the stairs my father shook his head and dropped his tea as my blood stained face and hands came into his conscious mind.

  “Vanessa!” he yelled out as I ran to him and stabbed him too, right in his heart and smiled as he fell to the floor. I leaned over him as I sucked on my fingers and tasted yet more blood. His last words were garbled in blood and I grinned as I was jerked up and away from him. I remember being strapped up and rolled down a long hallway and then nothing, nothing at all….

  “Vanessa.”

  I turned to see Rene and realized he was the one who had pulled me from my father.

  “I remember you Rene.”

  “Yes, you are not well, you need to come back with me. Home is where you can heal.”

  I turned back to Cory and he watched me closely.

  “Vanessa, are you coming without incident this time or do I have to call them all in?” he said and I glanced around me and noticed people I had not before. They all had guns obviously, but for what? A vampire cannot be killed.

  “I am a vampire Cory. I cannot be taken.” I said to him as calmly as I could even though the memory bubbling up in me of my father and Hunter and Rachel was starting to settle into the cracks in my mind.

  “Vanessa, you have always been unwell. Your family was very quiet as to your condition seeing they were royalty and wanted to maintain a certain sense of civility. You came as a surprise, as your Father did marry his first cousin and in turn they had you. You were never able to function correctly as your memory was not intact and it may have been the closeness of the genetic bloodline. It is not your fault, it was never your fault that you were born into this world but somewhere along the line you became convinced that you were a vampire and then you snapped, Vanessa. You killed them all and it was then that we began to take care of you.”

  “I did not,” I said as I swung around and a weight filled my chest, one I did not expect nor want in me.

  Rene touched my arm and then grabbed the other one as a human weakness came over me.

  “I did not kill any of them, I gave them a gift, the gift of immortality, I just did not know what it would be like, how lonely it would be and they will not stay with me, they refuse to stay.”

  “Vanessa, please. Come back with us and we can help you.”

  I looked at Rene and shook my head at him.

  “You have no idea how hard it is to be a vampire! How the hunger burns in your stomach and in your chest. It is something only an immortal could understand.”

  “There is no hunger Vanessa, it is guilt for you.”

  I swallowed and took a breath and felt the air in my lungs and my muscles in my chest expand as if I needed it. I placed my hand on my chest and felt it finally, one beat, then two…then three and my heart started back up, a flutter at first and then a full on race towards the finish line. I took another breath and cried out as the blood coursed through my veins and the weight of the world and what it had to offer slipped through my mind like a razor blade. I grabbed my head and fell to my knees, ready to sink right into the floor and past foundation and finally into dirt with the dust of hundreds I had sent before me. Cory and Rene leaned over me, as tears rolled from my eyes but the words “I am sorry” would not leave my lips. Then as the haze of the reality set in and an exhausted life started to leave me I saw him, his face became so clear to me. Hunter leaned over and grinned at me. Cory was tossed aside and then Rene. Hunter then picked me up and whether it was real or not, I leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his warmth as I had so many times before death had marched on me that day. I looked up at him and he acted as if his only mission was to keep moving. I then opened my mouth and he looked down at me.

  “Vanessa, are you ready to finally come home and stop all of this foolishness?” he asked me and I buried my face into his chest and nodded as I held onto him tightly, not sure if fate had set me straight or if I had just experienced a beautiful breakdown….

  Darkness Into Light

  Part Five

  By Rue Volley

  Reality is a cruel joke played on the ignorance of not knowing. I would love to claim that I had a vast well of knowledge to draw from but reality, being the cunt that she is, likes to spit in my face and make me cringe.

  I rolled my eyes in disgust as I stared down the joke of a cock before me. The man grinned, well he was in his early twenties, so the word “man” may not actually apply yet since his pubic hair still seems to be filling in. I extended my tongue and licked the tip of it and he sighed as he looked down on me and I up at him. I know he wants it as I watch him become more ridged by the second. He reached down and touched my hair and then I did it. I bit it. He screamed as two attendants appeared out of nowhere and jerked him away from me, blood rolling down my chin and a sinister grin across my face. I licked it and it made my pussy hum and then they had me down on my stomach and in restraints before I could blink. I growled and one of them shook his head and leaned up into my ear.

  “There is no man who would accept that type of bullshit.”

  I laughed as they jerked me to my feet and my hair fell into my face and over the white gown they had me in. I peeked up and the buzzing fluorescent light over us sounded more like a bug zapper than a light source. I fucking hate the light, it hurts my eyes and makes my skin crawl - and after 2 years of being held captive in this shithole, I could not remember how the sun felt on my skin, only fake light, manufactured by these dicks and perhaps by me as a punishment to my crimes against humanity. I am serial killer, a blood lusting freak who believes in immortality. And as hard as I try no to, I still long for it. I can still hear the hearts beating around me and mostly - well, most of all - I finger myself at night to the memory of Hunter, a man who I have been told I killed along with my entire family as my mind snapped and I became a delusional pile of shit. Fuck them, I still have my doubts to the validity of their claims.

  I shifted in my chair and it creaked, causing me to blink with irritation. You would think that a mental facility such as this one, huge and on its own plot of land would have money enough to fix a fucking chair, but no. Why the fuck would anyone go as far as to fix shit here? I mean they don’t even fix the minds, so a chair is a mere after thought. I shifted again and bit into my finger and made it bleed. I sucked on it quickly until I heard the door behind me and knew my sadistic ass of a doctor was here to torment me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and wanted to bite the meat but she took it away as I turned and eyeballed it all wanting to nummy down on it badly. She walked to her desk and bent over as she adjusted the stuffed monkey on the corner of it. I could see through her white skirt and see light pink panties. She knows. She does i
t and all of the men on staff here jack off to her constantly, I would assume. She turned and grinned at me with perfectly white and eerily straight teeth and hard features. She looks like a mannequin at some angles and she may be, who the fuck knows. I am supposedly batshit crazy.

  “Vanessa, my dear, what to do with you?” she asked me and I adjusted again and the damn chair creaked under me.

  “Burning this cheap ass furniture would be a great start,” I muttered and she laughed under her breath as she sat down and popped open my file, which looks more like the fucking Old Testament.

  She fingered through, adjusting her black glasses on her face and her deep red lips had me mesmerized for a moment. I could hear the buzzing in my ears intensify as it always does right before I snap and take a bite of…

  “Sexual deviant.”

  “Huh?” I said as I looked at her and the buzzing stopped.

  “Sexually, you feel repression.”

  I laughed as thoughts floated through my head of thrusting and moaning. She snapped the file shut and leaned forward. I blinked at her.

  “I like to fuck,” I said, proudly. I mean why would I not?

  “Oh I know that you do.”

  “I need cock and there isn’t any here,” I said as I leaned back and fiddled with the drying blood on my fingers.

  She shook her head and stood up slowly, walked to the window and looked out. I glanced at her, I mean this is honestly the only room in this place I have ever been to that has a window. My room has none, the cafeteria has none, and the absence of windows goes on and on. I have no idea if it is to try to make us forget there is a world outside or if the world wants to forget us. She turned as I thought that through.

  “What if you could have sex?” she asked me. I leaned up and bit my lip a bit too hard, causing it to bleed. She sighed and walked to her desk, opened a drawer, pulled out a tissue and walked to me. She lowered in front of me and I could see her cleavage easily. She was not large, but her breasts were nice just the same and her body had always looked amazing in the pencil skirts and button up…

  She dabbed my lip and I eyed her, curious as to her sudden compassion towards me. For two years it has been nothing but question after question. Why do you bite people? Why do you think you are vampire? Why did you kill? And how the fuck do I know? Like I have any clue as to what the fuck is going on.

  “Vanessa,” she said as she lowered her tissue and then looked back up at me.

  “Yes?” I said and she looked by face over and then touched my cheek. Her hand felt warm, a human touch I had not felt in as long as I could remember.

  “I find vampires fascinating,” she said in a low tone.

  “In what way?” I asked her.

  “In every way. The idea of blood and sex, the hunt,” she said. I watched her lips move as the words came out of them.

  “A vampire is a Hunter, a predator and humans are prey,” I said as if we were just having a normal conversation.

  “I know, you have used that term many times before… ‘Hunter’,” she said. I leaned back as she placed her hand on my knee. I looked down.

  “You have done nothing but torture me with questions for two years, why are you curious today?” I asked her.

  “I would feel silly if I told you,” she said and I watched her as she actually blushed slightly, which was odd. Am I her interest here? Her sexual curiosity?

  “Tell me,” I said as it started to eat at me as to why the sudden change now.

  “Books,” she whispered and I narrowed my eyes.

  “Books? What the fuck does that mean?” I asked.

  She stood up and stepped back to her desk and leaned back slightly, unbuttoning the top button of her shirt and exposing some lace on her bra. I swallowed and leaned up a bit and watched her play at the button momentarily.

  “I have been reading a lot lately and I stumbled onto a series about vampires and it is a bit on the hot side.”

  I laughed and leaned back in my chair. I looked down at the restraints on my ankles and wrists.

  “So you are getting horny from reading about vampires fucking,” I said to her and she sat up straight and looked at me.

  “These books are amazing, I mean…I could share them if you like,” she said and I shook my head.

  “I don’t read fucking books, I make them,” I said and she watched me for a moment as she let that settle in.

  “You remember,” she said and I tilted my head at her.

  “Remember what?” I asked her.

  “That you write, you are a writer,” she said and I sighed as memories of typing welled up in my brain and sharply stopped as she leaned down in front of me again. She touched my hands and I pulled back slightly from her.

  “This is such a great breakthrough, you should be so proud and I had a feeling that talking about books and vampires may spark something in you, mixed with sex of course.”

  “I don’t know what the fuck you…”

  She leaned up and kissed me. At first I kept my eyes open like a teenager kissed for the first time and in shock. Then I closed them as she touched my face and crawled onto my lap, playing with my hair. The kissing became more, much more than it should be but I enjoyed it as her tongue slipped into my mouth and started to search every part of it. If I am a writer then fucking kudos to me for getting this woman all messed up. She moved slightly on my lap and moaned as she tried to grind against my restrained hands. Then she pulled her lips from mine and looked at me and glanced down at my restraints.

  “If I take them off, will you behave?”

  I nodded as my heartbeat sped up and I could feel myself becoming wet. I had not had sex in over two years, not with another body. I mean sure, I had finger fucked myself to climax many times but it does not compare to being fingered, or eaten, or having something thrust inside of you at their will and not your own. Masturbation can be overrated; it certainly has no surprises as you moan and finger at yourself. You know what makes it happen, there is no element of surprise and that is the essence of fucking someone. The not knowing what they will do to you, but hoping like a motherfucker that they have some skill. She walked to the door and locked it, then turned to me, pulling a key out and grinning. She walked up, lowered to her knees and undid my ankles, then my hands, and freedom was at my fingertips. I could choke her to death and fucking bite through her flesh but my pussy was humming and the thought of fucking her was overwhelming. I stood and kissed her slowly at first and then with more passion as I let my hand run across her shirt, inside of it and found her round breast under my hand, her heart hummed underneath it, like a tiny motor making her tick and it was just that, a motor that I had eaten out of humans before. She cried as I squeezed her nipple in between my fingers. I grinned and watched her close her eyes and want it. She wanted me to bring her some pleasurable pain. I can do that, with much skill.

  I moved my hand lower and then she grabbed it and placed it on her pussy, warm and needing attention. I squeezed and sighed as she trembled. Having someone want me this badly was not such an old concept, as I had believed it to be. I had been with many, seen the rolling of eyes and heard the moaning of my name, but this was something special. I would guess it has to do with the amount of time I have been without, making me wonder if abstinence may be a good thing to heighten the experience…oh what am I fucking saying? If I could fuck everything around me at will I would. I pushed her back on her desk and moved her skirt up, slipping my fingers inside of her panties and leaning my head back and taking a breath as I could feel how wet she truly was. It made my mouth water. She arched her back on the desk, stretching her arms out as the veins in her neck became larger and I could see the heart beat in them. I blinked as I felt it, that old but not forgotten sting of teeth elongating in my mouth, which I am certain is a fucking delusional reaction to my need to kill with sex. I mean it had all been explained to me, again and again and although accepting it is not as easy as hearing it, I knew the story all too well...

 
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  “Hunter, come here.” I said as I held up a butterfly that crawled across my fingers and then sat there like it had no other place to be. The red and black markings on it were incredible, the brightest I had ever seen and Hunter leaned down and smiled as he watched it with me.

  “That is a beautiful specimen,” he said as he took it from me and stood up. I watched him walk it to the glass jar and he popped it in quickly and tightened the lid.

  “Hunter, leave it…this one does not need to go on a board with pins and…”

  “Vanessa,” he said as he popped the poison into the jar and the butterfly started to stumble.

  “Not this time,” I said and I picked it up and smashed it and to my dismay to beautiful butterfly lay still on the brick with a piece of broken glass on it. I leaned down and started to tear up as I moved the glass and then touched it as gently as I could but it was still and not moving. I stood up and shook my head.

  “You have to understand that to become a doctor I have to dissect and understand everything living around me. Now you have wasted this one,” he said as he scooped it up and tossed it into the garden. I stood there, feeling so heavy with guilt it hurt my stomach. I then felt his hand on my arm and turned to him.

  “You know, it is admirable how you protect life, it is a precious thing and I only want to help others Vanessa. I want to help you,” he said as he touched my face and I closed my eyes. Hunter is my “boyfriend” or suitor for all intents and purposes. He is taking his medical classes and is so enthusiastic about anatomy that he captures anything to find out how it ticks. Me on the other hand, I would like things to be left alone. I admire life and things not damaged in anyway. They have so much more than I do. You see I have memory loss, I fell from a horse when I was 11 and since then my memory comes and goes. Sometimes I only miss a conversation and sometimes it is days and the headaches occur and become worse with each passing year, causing these dark circles that have been creeping up on me for quite some time. Hunter is a medical student and I have to believe that he is going into it not only for the interest, but mostly to try to help me. We have known each other since I was 7 and Hunter was 10. His family has money like our own and our summers were filled with picnics and outings of which our families mingled. Hunter would sneak off with me and we would play in the woods and walk the train tracks until the horses were sent out to find us and bring us back. We both carry the weight of royalty on our shoulders and I guess it is unheard of for two destined to marry to actually enjoy each other’s company, but we do.