Epilogue 1 - Just A Regular Night (S1)

Epilogue 1 - Just A Regular Night

Late March, 1999.

In a warm afternoon in spring, a man cleared the bathroom mirror of steam after a wonderful shower and had a good look at himself. He had a smooth, young face in his early 30s with curly, short black hair and a pair of deep blue eyes. Persistent workout every day gave him firm muscles. All his old colleagues knew that there was a kind heart beneath this awesome body, however, he wasn’t sure if that’s the same case in his new part-time job.

“Easy as it sounds.” He talked to himself at the mirror, “You can do this, Richard.”

Right, Richard Norman. Starting today he will be teaching night classes in the Rosemary Middle School as a part-time teacher.

It’s 5:00 p.m. now and he’d better get to school early. He put on a regular brown coat, grabbed his briefcase and left his apartment.

Tall Oaks City was a pretty small city in the northeast of the US, with a population of roughly 70,000 people. In spite of its small scale it was constructing an advanced subway system. Even a high education institution, the Ivy University, was being established over the years.

The folks were familiar with each other and were quite nice to him, as well as to all the other newcomers. So, the job was “easy as it sounds”, as he believed.

Richard geared himself up in the locker room and obtained the memo from his superior. He took a deep breath, quivered and headed out. To be honest, this was the first time that he got this kind of job and he was a little bit nervous, although he knew that it would probably be fine.

It’s 6:50 and the sun has set. The night classes of Rosemary were more of taking care of the students whose parents were too busy working to pick them up on time than actual teaching. So, there weren’t many students on the night classes. And luckily, there was only one on his class tonight.

He stepped in the classroom and she was already there, sitting by the desk, drawing something with crayons. It’s a little girl with short blonde hair, wearing a proper school uniform. She was intently looking at her drawing and didn’t even notice him coming in.

Sherry Kennedy. According to his memo, that was her name. Files said that she tragically lost her parents and most of her memories in a car accident six months ago. Later she was adopted by the Kennedys and moved to Tall Oaks.

Her relationships with the teachers and her classmates weren’t as expected as those of a normal 13-year-old kid, which was probably due to her trauma of the accident. Even when she was just sitting there, Richard could feel her loneliness and sadness.

“Hi, Sherry.” He walked up and sat on the chair next to her, “I’m Mr. Norman and I’m your night class teacher starting tonight.”

“Hello, Mr. Norman. Nice to meet you.” Sherry glanced at him and **** a smile before drowning in her drawing again.

Richard seized the chance and pressed a button on his briefcase before getting closer and having a look at what she’s drawing. On the paper there were a little girl, probably herself, wearing a golden pendant and standing between two bigger figures who were wearing white coats.

The little girl in the drawing had a smile on her face, however, the two adults holding her hands had no emotions. Or rather, she didn’t draw the details.

“I heard about what happened. I feel sorry for you, Sherry.” He spoke softly, “If you want to talk to someone, I’m here anytime.”

Sherry raised her head and looked at him for a few seconds, then continued drawing. But she started to talk afterwards.

“I think they were my parents, but I can’t remember their faces. I can’t remember anything.” Sherry spoke in a sad tone, like she was about to cry, “I don’t know if I was living in a dream. Everything is so...unreal...”

Damn, this kid really needs help. Richard actually felt sorry for Sherry, but he couldn’t let his compassion get the better of him. His job needed to come first.

Just when he was thinking of his next move, he heard footsteps from behind and turned around to find out who was coming into the classroom. He was shocked.

It was a lady, looking like in her early 20s and wearing a red jacket and blue jeans. Her loosened brown hair just reached her shoulders, fully matching her slightly pale skin. Her light blue eyes and red lips dotted her cute, baby face, making her most attractive.

And she looked at him, too, with her piercing eyes and a smile. She was so captivating that Richard found himself unable to move his eyes from her, until Sherry broke the silence.

“Hi, mom.” Sherry looked up and smiled.

“Hey, Sherry.” The lady kept staring at Richard until she was standing by the girl’s side, and turned to her, “How’s today?”

“It’s OK. Oh, this is Mr. Norman, our new night class teacher.” Sherry introduced them to each other, “Mr. Norman, this is my mom.”

Richard slightly quivered, like he just woke up from a wonderful dream. He had never been like this before, let alone at work. However, the moment he looked at the lady again, he felt like his soul has already been trapped in her palms.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Kennedy.” He tried his best to maintain his professionalism, stood up and reached out his hand, “I’m Richard Norman.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Norman. I’m Claire.” The lady shook hands with him.

Her hand is cold...Strange. It’s spring now and today is a warm day. But Richard didn’t think much of it, as he noticed that the lady was still staring at him, eyeing him up and down.

Usually he would feel uncomfortable, but not this time. He felt...embraced, wrapped, and comforted. He lost in this strange sensation of pleasure and stood there, staring blankly at the lady for an unknown amount of time, until their hands parted.

“You’re early today!” Sherry held her mom’s arm gently.

“Yeah. Daddy’s gonna be late tonight, so I come earlier to get you!” The lady smiled while stroking Sherry’s hair and pinching her cheek, “Come on. Wash your hands and let’s go home!”

“But I promised Rachel that I will be going to her birthday party tonight!” Sherry looked at her mom’s eyes with expectation.

“Oh yeah. Sorry, I totally forget about that. I’ll ride you to Rachel’s and I’ll be going to pick you up at 10, alright?” The lady patted her own head with a bitter smile, which, from Richard’s perspective, was quite cute.

“OK!” Sherry happily clapped her hands.

“But, you still need to wash your hands first.” The lady smiled at her daughter, “They’re all covered in crayons. Look!”

“Right...” Sherry looked at her colorful hands awkwardly for a second, then ran out and headed towards the washroom.

Now there were only Richard and this pretty lady in the classroom, and he felt a little bit nervous and awkward. He felt hot and he knew that his face and his ears must be red as blood now. Usually he’s not like this. But when he was standing in front of this lady, he could think of nothing but her.

“I hope Sherry didn’t give you any trouble, Mr. Norman?” This Claire lady smiled at him. Her eyes...There were some weird but beautiful lights in them. He stared at them, almost forgot to answer.

“Uh, no, not at all.” He shook his head to keep his mind clear. What’s wrong with me? He kept asking himself.

The silence in the classroom in the next few seconds was making him uneasy. Sometimes the lady was looking at the door for Sherry, but most of the time she was staring at him. His heart was rushing faster and faster, to the extent that he felt like it was going to burst out his chest.

Luckily, a female voice broke the silence and brought him back to the reality. And it was not hers.

“Richard, according to the photo you just took, the girl highly matches the appearance of Sherry Birkin.” His colleague’s voice came from the micro earphone, “If that’s actually her, intel says that there was a G-Virus sample being hidden in a pendant or a locket that she possesses. Retrieve it. That’s your priority. Nothing else matters.”

Pendant, got it. Richard couldn’t speak out loud in front of Sherry’s adoptive mom, so he kept that info in mind. In the drawing, there was a golden pendant she’s wearing. If she was not wearing it right now, she must’ve left it at home. Where did she live at?

“By the way, what a strong, muscular body you have, Mr. Norman.” Claire suddenly stepped forward and gently touched his sturdy pectorals while gazing into his eyes with a hungry look, “Which subject do you teach, Mr. Norman?”

“I...I teach biology...Mrs. Kennedy, what are you doing?” His morals told him to back off from her but his body disobeyed.

“Biology. That’s nice. Would you like to come to my house tonight? You can teach me *BIOLOGY* in my room and...on my bed.” Claire smirked and continued caressing his chest, making him shiver from the cool sensation, “You know, my husband and Sherry won’t be coming home soon...”

What? Wait, is she really seducing me? Richard felt his heart pumping even faster than before. But when he looked again at her eyes, all he can read from them was the sincere and unquenchable thirst. Well, why the hell not? Besides, there was a good chance that he could find the G-Virus embedded pendant in their house. Two birds with one stone, right?

“Sure...” Richard replied and nodded. He quietly reached his hand into the pocket and turned off the microphone and earphone, so that he wouldn’t be disturbed by his colleagues and could enjoy what awaited him. Wait, why would I...Forget it. It doesn’t matter.

“Great!” Claire looked extremely excited when she heard the answer, as she slightly bit her red lips and crooked a smile, “I live at 26 Carp Street. Meet me by the door. I’ll be back soon.”

Richard felt dizzy and couldn’t remember every detail since then, until he was standing in front of that house at around 8 o’clock. He did get prepared as he double checked that he had a pistol with a silencer stored in his briefcase.

The gentle wind of the spring night cleared his mind a little bit to remind him that, his mission was to retrieve the G-Virus sample. Nothing else mattered. This affair was just some pleasant surprise out of the plan. If this Claire had got in his way, he would show no mercy.

A humming sound of engine was approaching and he raised up his head. Claire slowly parked her beloved red Harley-Davidson motorcycle by the door and took off the helmet. When she gracefully shook her head to loosen her hair, Richard was convinced that she was the most beautiful woman on earth.

She was already beautiful when I first met her in Rosemary, but...in this smooth moonlight, she was something else. Richard couldn’t move his eyes away from her and he was salivating. He felt himself being burnt by the desire to devour her.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, handsome.” Claire softly tipped his chin and gave him a small kiss on the lips. That nearly washed off his concern for the mission and he could only fantasize them making out now.

Claire opened the door and showed him to the lovely home that she, her husband and Sherry lived in. Richard didn’t give much attention to the layout as the lady was straight forward, holding his hand and leading him to her room on the second floor.

Sherry’s room was on the other side of the hallway, which was where the pendant mostly would be. Richard did have a plan. He would have all the fun with the lady before restraining her and searching the kid’s room. Had the lady tried to fight back, he would kill her.

“Come on, Richard. Don’t be shy.” Claire turned on the dim light in her room and casually threw her red jacket away. She’s wearing a tank top, which made Richard obsess with her beautiful body.

First name basis already? Well, how am I going to say no? Richard smiled and removed his coat, his shirt and trousers, leaving only an underwear on. Seeing his perfect lines, Claire’s eyes were shining and she couldn’t help herself pushing him on the wall and kissing him passionately.

But Richard decided to demonstrate his strength first. He easily broke the kiss and pinned the lady on the wall instead. Claire happily cooperated and removed the tank top.

This is definitely the most perfect female body I’ve seen, Richard thought as he looked at the boobs of hers and started to suck on one side, and grabbed the other tightly. Claire moaned intensely at first, but she bit her lips hard to restrain herself. She would love to have more fun with this man.

In only a few seconds Richard felt his manhood erecting, throbbing against his underwear. And Claire felt it, too. She ferociously tore off his underwear before he even realized, and revealed his firm penis.

Richard released her breast and let out a low moan when he felt his manhood wrapped by her cold hand. Before he could do anything, Claire sealed his lips with hers and started to gently massage the bid boy. Richard’s blissful moans dissolved in the aroma of her breaths as their tongues intertwined.

He didn’t have much sex experience but it was enough for him to not give it here right away. And this was only the foreplay. Claire parted hers lips with his, lifted one leg and wrapped it behind his butt, then softly guided his dick through the juicy lips of her slit, and into her cunt.

Richard immediately drowned in the cool sensation surrounding his manhood and let out a loud moan. The lady’s leg was so strong that it alone could completely lock his body against hers, so that the only move he could make was to thrust.

He grabbed her boob and held her butt with his hands and thrust with everything he had. Each thrust he made he moaned deeply, and she rhythmically followed with one. At some point he felt like the moans she made were more like growls, but that must be his imagination, as he kept telling himself.

Minutes have passed and he was still energetic. He never had such amazing sex with any other girls before and he didn’t dare to think that it would eventually end. He just wanted to live in this moment forever. But the briefcase on the floor kept reminding him of his mission.

No. Fuck the mission. Nothing bests this. Richard’s mind was once again shrouded by the primitive urge and he fucked the lady even harder. He reached out one hand to pull up her soft brown hair and held the back of her head, trying to pull her closer for another kiss.

And it was at this moment, that he noticed two bruised dots on her neck. At first he suspected that they were injuries from domestic ****. That could explain why she would like to cheat on her husband. But then he realized that they were puncture wounds dotting right on the artery, which were unusual.

It was also at this moment, that Claire loosened her leg and slid his dick out of her glory hole, and pushed him back. Richard almost felt like he got hit by a car and fell on the bed behind him. How does she have so much strength?

But he didn’t have much time to think of her unnatural strength or her wounds on the neck, as she jumped on top of him and slid his cock back inside her. She rode up and down with a weird smile on her face.

Richard felt like he was being sucked from below as the lady’s vagina was getting tighter and tighter, and he was being pulled deeper and deeper. There’s something wrong in here. He tried to push her away, but his hands were totally pinned on the bed by hers and he couldn’t even move them. It’s impossible! How am I not able to best this girl in strength? He was afraid now.

His strength was losing every second and, in the end, when he uncontrollably unloaded his batch of semen inside her, he was too feeble to make another move. He tried to talk, but the scene in front of him threw the words down his throat.

Claire laughed and moaned from the orgasm, when a pair of sharp fangs dropped from her upper gum to where her canines were. She looked down at him with her crimson eyes while bending down and squeezing every last drop of juice from his cock. She licked his neck with her cold tongue and whispered into his ear, while he could only quiver in fear.

“I can hear what your fellows told you through the earphone. Pity. If only you were a good teacher that Sherry can trust.” Claire smiled and teased his skin with her fangs, “So, FBI? Or CIA? It doesn’t matter. I won’t let you hurt Sherry.”

“What...what are you...” Richard gasped in horror. The briefcase was several meters away from the bed, but he didn’t think he could turn the table with a normal pistol.

“Can’t you figure it out?” Claire swiftly moved her face on top of his and hissed, flashing her tiny, beautiful fangs, “Or you still don’t know what you’re dealing with? Good.”

“Vampi-Ahhh!” Before he could finish the word he felt her fangs stabbed into his neck, his vein.

He shivered from the pain at first but soon he was drowned in the sea of pleasure. His logical mind dissolved in the sweet water, and all that he could think of was to please the lady, his mistress. He squirmed against her body, trying to make her as comfortable as possible with his slowly losing life ****.

I will not drain you, but I will not release you. Her voice came from everywhere, and seeped right into his mind. You will be my thrall, forever obey me. Tell your fellows, what they want isn't here. She’s not Sherry Birkin. She’s Sherry Kennedy, my daughter. Got it?

“Yes, mistress...” Richard started to faint but he managed to convey his obedience.

“Ah...Good...Um...” Claire whipped back with heavy breaths. She wiped the blood around her mouth and licked her fingers ravenously, “But I want more...” She dived down again and continued sucking.

Fuck the mission. What’s better than being fucked and sucked by his mistress? Richard quickly lost consciousness with a smile on his face.

He would be wild with joy if he had known that this was just a regular night in the countless nights to come.