Don't Forget Me

by Sia Wales

  “Hurry, Stella, we’re running out of time,” he hissed in alarm, entering the factory in the half-light.

  He put the bag, harness and steel chains he had brought along in the pick-up down next to the wall Stella was to tie him to. Then he took off his jacket and started to undress, as she leaned against a cold, damp wall, watching his magnificent body attentively.

  The Old Abandoned Factory

  Vuk unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and stripped off his tee-shirt to quickly stand bare-chested before her. His torso was like sculpted marble, his shoulders and arms epitomized strength and protection, while his skin was already glistening with the effort his body was making to cool the burning source of heat it had now become, the warmth seeming to envelop Stella too.

  Vuk could tell she was attracted to him; he could feel her eyes on his body. He wanted so badly for her to be his, but he knew that first he would have to win her back from Donn.

  “If you want me to keep stripping, little girl, you have to give me some motivation, like by showing your appreciation, like all strip-tease acts,” he smiled playfully, walking seductively toward her.

  “Oh, stop already. I wasn’t staring, I was just waiting for you to finish so I could tie you up. You done?” she replied, feeling more tense than playful, as well as embarrassed as she saw him walk boldly toward her with an almost predatory look in his eye.

  “Tie me up? If anyone was listening to us, Stella, they’d think you wanted to do wicked things to me tonight.” He furrowed his brow and his eyes glowed a deep yellow, becoming as attractive as the rest of him in his current lustful state of undress.

  “Vuk, you’re right. I’d love to do wicked things with a werewolf tonight. Think that’s likely?” she responded flippantly, catching him off guard and seeing him stop short of her, his breath ragged.

  “Yeah, sure, little girl, I happen to know just the right werewolf, too… What’s more he’s standing half-naked front of you as we speak,” he said, glancing down with languid defiance at his body for a second.

  “Just so I know what I’m getting myself into, Vuk… Aren’t you pushing it too much tonight?”.

  “Yeah, maybe it’d be pushing it a little, probably better to take a rain check,” he smiled, giving her a funny look, trying to hide his pleasure.

  “Probably,” she agreed, forcing a tiny smile to her lips.

  “Believe me, Stella, no one has ever managed to bring a smile to my face right before my transformation. I get such a fantastic vibe from you… It’s almost like I can’t even feel the symptoms anymore”.

  “Well, if there’s anything else I can do to make you feel better just let me know…”

  “Kiss me,” he sighed, wrapping his arm round her and pulling her roughly to him. He wanted to feel that she was still his, just like the night he had slept alongside her.

  “I was thinking more along the lines of another joke or some naughty word play…” she said, seeing a twinge of embarrassment on his face as he glanced away. She did not want to kiss him after what had happened with Donn. Suddenly, Vuk’s grip on her loosened and, writhing in pain, he sank to his knees. Feeling the burning heat his body threw off, Stella swiftly bent down to help him.

  “I’m good now, little girl, it was just cramp,” he said, feeling the onset of more spasms, the pain so strong it knocked him to the ground.

  Stella frantically wanted to stop him from hurting so much, she wished she could feel the pain for him, anything to give him the elusive respite he craved. She tried to reassure him, to show how much she cared through the gentle touch of her hands but, stricken, just felt guilty that she was powerless to do more.

  “You’d probably never have suffered these painful attacks if I’d let you continue the X-rated performance you wanted to give me…” she said, trying to distract him.

  He smiled. “Yeah… I could have earned at least a twenty, no?” he joked, his magnetic eyes radiating a bright yellow light.

  “More like a fifty with those pecs, I’d say…” she replied in dulcet tones. He felt his body wracked by more painful spasms.

  “Let me tie you up now, Vuk,” she continued in her soothing, honeyed voice.

  “Right, you need to tie me up… What an idiot, how could I forget the highlight of the evening…” he agreed, his fingertips grazing the contours of her face.

  “Are you telling me you can’t wait for me to tie you up?” she asked.

  “No, only that I’d like you to tie me up more often but possibly under more relaxed circumstances,” he said, his expression seductive, his fingers softly brushing her lips.

  Stella let herself be pulled for an instant into the warm light of his eyes but then felt disoriented and broke away before wrapping him gently in her arms, a smile of complicity on her face.

  Once she’d got him to his feet, they walked over to the steel cables he’d fastened to the rings in the wall earlier, and then she crouched down at his side, reaching for the harness.

  “Okay, now I’m going to put the harness on.” She slipped it over his slightly raised legs, straddling his body to hike it up to his shoulders and round his arms, finally sliding back down his length to fasten it around first his hips and then his chest, using all her strength to pull it tightly closed in front.

  “Now hook the steel cables to the harness, Stella. Make sure each one is fastened tightly. I can’t risk escaping this time, not when you’re here,” he said, his unease growing as he passionately grabbed her thigh and squeezed it in his hand.

  While Stella carefully followed his instructions, Vuk buckled a collar around his neck, his expression troubled and serious.

  “Vuk, you’ve never used that before.”

  “I need to, this time, Stella.”

  “Why?”

  “Because the other times I freed myself at once and you weren’t even close, so just fasten the collar with the snap-hook to one of the steel cables. You’d make me feel much better,” he explained, stiffening with the effort it took to delay and fight his transformation, knowing it would burst through any time now.

  “Ok…” she agreed reluctantly, perplexed at his words.

  “My hands too, Stella… tie my hands” he said, giving her a wry look as he handed her a pair of handcuffs and felt her gently lock them tightly around his wrists.

  “Tighter,” he urged firmly. He slipped the keys to the cuffs into the pocket of her jeans.

  “They’re real tight now, Vuk, any tighter and I’ll cut off your circulation!”

  “I doubt that,” he smiled wryly.

  “Ok, they’re a little tighter now…” she said tentatively. Her hands were trembling.

  “You’re so tense. Is that what comes of chaining a half-naked guy like me to the wall?” he laughed wryly, somehow caressing her lips with his manacled hands. Stella felt his hands aflame on her lips.

  “Vuk, you’re burning up, you’ve got a fever!”

  “That’s cute. I wish it was only a fever… But no, it’s normal for my temperature to rise before I transform. It’s even worse when I get angry, it’s like I’m on fire, burning in my own private hell,” he said with bitter irony, his harnessed body crumpling next to her once again.

  “Stella, it’s time for you to leave, please go,” he continued, a vein swelling on his forehead.

  “No, not yet.” She looked into his eyes, sure of what she was doing, noticing how taut every muscle in his body had become but intuiting that, despite his blood red eyes, he was still himself deep inside.

  “I’ll transform soon, Stella, then I really won’t be me anymore.” Suddenly ravaged by his instincts, he pushed her away from him to avoid hurting her but then quickly regained control.

  “Go! Get away from me, damn it, you’re in danger if you stay. Get out of here!” he shouted in torment, leaning his head and shoulders against the wall in despair.

  “No, I’m staying with you,” she exclaimed stubbornly, standing at his side.

  “Stella, get out of he
re, please, I don’t want you to see me like this,” he panted, exhausted, letting his face rest on her breast.

  “I’m not going to leave you on your own.” She touched his face with her hand and reassuringly stroked his sweat-drenched hair.

  “Why, Stella? Why are you doing this? You could have spared yourself the whole scene,” he asked in wonder, pressing himself to her, his hand twisting her shirt as he impulsively held her to him.

  “Vuk, you think I mind staying here with you?” She frowned, she could not believe at what she was seeing.

  “Well, let’s face it, who in their right mind would be here out of choice? Even I would have happily missed this particular gig,” he said sardonically, feeling the pain subside but knowing it wouldn’t be long before it clawed at him again. His eyes couldn’t hide his exhaustion.

  “I just can’t bear to see you suffer like this, it’s killing me.” Stella took out a bottle of water from her bag and poured a little on her fingers. She then brushed them across Vuk’s dried lips, which he wrapped around her water-soaked fingers.

  “There is one way to make me feel better… Kiss me!” He stood up suddenly and, fuelled by his desire, leaned over to kiss her. But cramps crippled him, pain was making his body tremor in her arms.

  “Sssh, calm down, it’ll soon be over,” she added, trying to reassure him as she stroked the length of his back.

  “No, Stella, you’re wrong, it’s not even started yet,” he groaned, totally wiped out.

  “Vuk, the more you fight your instincts, the more it’ll hurt. Let yourself go, it’s fate”. Stella noted that Vuk’s blank eyes were staring at the far end of the factory.

  “Not until I see you walk through that door. I want you safe. Then maybe tomorrow morning I’ll deliver myself to your doorstep, where you’ll find me instead of the morning paper,” he continued ironically, detaching his mind to let his body deal with the stabbing pains, hinting at the times he had woken up in a state of weak, naked confusion in her garden, once even shocking the paper boy into falling off his bike.

  “That means you think about me even when you’re not your true self.”

  “Or maybe it’s just my instinct that leads me to your house, Stella. That thing is not me and if I somehow manage to reach you, you must promise me that you will even run me over, if necessary. Because it’ll be the end if I get you alone in the woods with me and I would never be able to live with the guilt, or without you,” he exclaimed, his body now slippery with the sweat of struggling to quell the wrenching pains.

  “Vuk, that’s just not going to happen, so don’t even say it.”

  “If you’d seen what I can turn into you, you’d never say that.” It was getting beyond dangerous now, so he hastily put the keys to the pickup in her hand.

  “You don’t think I’m so easily fooled by a mere change of appearance, do you? I know that you’re trapped there deep inside and I would never risk hurting you or ending your life. It doesn’t bear thinking about,” she said, her eyes suddenly turning hot and moist.

  “But if it’s a question of my life or yours?” he asked, his breathing jagged and faint.

  “Both. Or neither,” she whispered in his ear.

  “Stella, don’t say that. Not now that I have no option but to accept my fate,” he said, jerking his knees to his chest to try and block the lacerating pain that was gripping his body.

  “My heart is so sad, the thought of not being here for you right up to the end is killing me already,” she said, a tear rolling softly, silently, like a forlorn caress, down her cheek.

  “Don’t be sad, Stella. This is the end,” and he edged his chained body nearer to her, reaching out his manacled hands to gently brush the tear away. He fought his instinct to kiss her, knowing that just one taste of those sweet lips would prevent him from letting her go.

  “See you tomorrow, Vuk. At the first light of dawn,” she murmured, and turned to leave, but Vuk, giving in to his instincts, grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him.

  “You’re so beautiful at sunrise. The reason I wake up is to see you.” A glint of eroticism danced in his eyes.

  “Vuk, you’re no longer yourself. Let me go!” He pulled her to him, took the key to the handcuffs from her pocket, and freed his hands. Then he grabbed her and ran his hands down her body as far as the chains would allow.

  “I’m overcome with desire, babe.” He grabbed her head and shook her hair. He pulled her to him and threw himself violently on her lips. He opened her mouth with force and pushed his tongue inside. His lips moved restlessly, making the kiss all the more intense. Stella tried push him away, but he was way too strong.

  “Do you think this is funny?” Stella asked with difficulty. Vuk licked her lips and then held her lower lip between his teeth, angered by her attempts to loosen his grip. Suddenly, he disappeared from sight to move down and bite her neck. Letting out a groan, he then proceeded to suck her skin, pulling it between his lips. Stella lowered her chin and managed to get him off of her neck.

  “You’re killing me, you know that, right?” He pushed against her lips, his fingers pressing into her hips, hurting her. Then he pulled her shirt partially off, baring one of her breasts. He wrapped his hand around it and stretched toward it with his tongue, but could only reach with the very tip, blocked by Stella’s hands on his head.

  “What’s the matter?” He was excited beyond all limits, his erection pressing against his jeans, his eyes sparking. He thought his heart would explode. He reached down to take Stella’s shirt off, but she would not let him.

  “Donn had you!” he yelled at her. He thought back to when he had found her in the room with the vampire, and grabbed her by the throat from under her shirt, squeezing her neck until her face started to turn red.

  “No one had me, Vuk,” she exclaimed in fright, catching her breath in gasps. She wrapped her hands Vuk’s collar and tried in vain to push him away. He could only feel his jealousy consuming him and his excitement pressing against his jeans.

  “You’re lying. Stop being a baby.” He reached down to grab between her thighs. Stella instinctively leaned forward towards him, and he penetrated her mouth with his tongue.

  “Don’t behave like that.” She grabbed his arm and tried to move his hand from between her legs. She could feel its heat through the fabric of her jeans and the silk of her underwear.

  “It’s like you have an orgasm every time you see him!” He rubbed her on the seam of her jeans, and Stella felt his caresses as if they were on her bare skin. She tried to push him back against the wall.

  “Get away from me,” she said. In response, Vuk somehow managed to lift her and put her on his erection, catching her completely by surprise.

  “It’s not right that you’re the only one who gets to have fun.” Stella felt his desire throbbing between her thighs and squirmed to try to wriggle out of his embrace, but every effort proved futile.

  “Vuk, please stop!” All she could think about was getting away from him. She knew that if she did not escape, the inevitable would happen.

  Vuk looked at her with a hint of a mischievous smile, and then threw himself toward her lips, squeezing her breast and pumping her body up and down. Stella scratched at his neck with her nails and saw blood drip from the cuts, but the werewolf just gave her an evil grin, shrugging off her efforts to hurt him.

  “Nice try, but not enough,” he taunted. In that moment, not even a cold shower would have been enough to damp his desire.

  “Vuk, I don’t want to be hard on you, but you’re going too far!” But forcefully unbuttoned her jeans, lowered the zipper and threw her to the ground.

  “Something else is getting hard here, babe!” gasped Vuk. Then he dropped his own pants and was about to get on top of her when Stella struck him with all her strength in the testicles. He fell to the side, and she sprang up, moved away and buttoned her jeans.

  Vuk reared up to hurl himself at her, stretching the cables almost to breaking point. Then he fell to t
he ground and started to launch himself repeatedly at her, yanking the chains in fury.

  “Stella, run, get out of here…,” he shouted, suddenly ceasing his attempts to hurl himself at her, and realizing with horror what he had almost done. A second later, however, he resumed his savage battle with the cables and the wall rings, trying to break free, but not managing to break them or detach them from the wall.

  Stella cracked the back door open, letting a sliver of moonlight enter the room. As the white beam fell on Vuk, he transformed instantly into his werewolf persona, growing taller, more muscular and stronger, while a dark gray mantle covered his body in silky fur. Still a man, but with a wolf’s appearance and a wolf’s predatory instincts.

  His mesmeric gaze was breathtakingly fiery. He had the power to use his magnificent beauty to both entice a person and strike terror in them. His eyes acquired an irresistible luminosity that tempted the victim to sink into them until they were irredeemably lost.

  Fuelled by a terrifying brute force, possessed by the relentless rapacity of a predator, he felt the blood in his veins turn to pure adrenalin and his breathing deepen and quicken. His lips curled to reveal razor sharp canines, his fingernails became sharp retractable talons, and his body acquired the speed, grace and agility of a creature from the realm of the supernatural.

  Thirteen nights a year, Vuk was dominated by his primal instincts and made the forest his habitat, craving only the thrill of the hunt. And Stella had just been marked as his prey.

  Angels of the Night

  Stella closed the factory door behind her, chained it and snapped shut the padlock. Frightened at what she had just glimpsed out of the corner of her eye, she backed away from the door only to feel shrouded in the eerie silence of the night’s opaque darkness. Vuk’s nostrils flared and caught her scent. He sensed she was still close by, just outside the factory walls.

  He summoned his immense strength and managed to break the snap hooks free of the steel cables, almost succeeding in casting off the chains that kept him from her. Silence once again descended. A small, insignificant voice deep inside him was telling him to let her go but his eyes still saw her as prey, a quarry silhouetted glowing in the moonlight.