Victorian America - chapter 7

Three loud knocks on my door wake me up. Fuck! Where am I? I reach for the light. What is this room? Where? Oh wait, yes, now I remember I'm Alice in fucking Vampireland. It's still dark outside. I check my watch, it's three fifty two.

Knock, knock, knock... Again.

I hesitate, for a long time. I turned on the light so he, she or whatever is outside knows I'm in here and there's no reason not to answer.

"...Yes?"

"Good evening young lady," says a deep women's voice from behind the door. "We were told that there was a sweet little morsel in this room and that she needed company. Do you mind letting us in?"

What the...

"Yes I would really much mind opening the door! And I don't need company!"

"Are you sure little one? We are just two lonesome travelers out here in the cold and we just want to get inside to protect us from the perils of the night."

"I don't give a fuck who you are and I'm not ready to let you suck my blood, so please let me be."

"But we don't want to hurt you, we just want to play with you for a while, I can smell you've already been playing so why not share."

"Lady?"

"Yeah?"

"Fuck off!"

"You don't have to be so rude, we're not nobility as you can imagine but there's no reason to disrespect us."

I don't answer. I know I locked the door and I guess that the consecration thing must keep them from entering uninvited.

"Come on, we could use some comfort. It's hard for us wild ones to get blood in the city. And I can promise you two things, one we won't kill you and two we'll make it so pleasurable that you'll thank us for it."

"Fuck off; I'm not going to let you in no matter what."

"Come on Charlotte, let's try another room," a second voice says.

"No, this one smells so good and she's already horny," says the first voice.

As a matter of fact, I am already horny. The thought of those two girls, I picture so beautiful, tearing through my clothes bring back to me the memory of last night's rub. For a second I see myself opening the door, opening my arms, offering myself to their avid fangs..

"Please, let us in we can certainly help you with that and we won't take much..." the first voice again.

Unconsciously my hand has moved between my legs, the wetness just below my fingertips is begging me to accede to their demand.

"Charlotte, I'm starving, let's try to find another one," the second voice now.

"Okay, okay, let's go, hey, you bitch inside, I better not catch out at night cause if I do I'll tear your throat."

I can hear them walking away in the parking lot. I'm shaking. I stay on the bed staring at the closed door until the first lights of day start pouring under the curtains.

I grab my back pack dress up quickly and exit the motel. The third door to my left is open. As I pass in front of it, I peak inside. Apparently the wild ones, as they called themselves, got someone else to open his door.

The room reeks of sex, the man is laying naked on the blood stained sheets of the bed with literally dozens of small twin puncture wounds all over his body. At first I fear that the vampires might have killed him but he lets out a small moaning of pleasure before turning around. I close the door, kind of envious, and let the man finish his night.

I walk around the neighborhood for a while before finding a dinner. I have a breakfast with twelve gallons of coffee, thinking about the night before. I've been fantasizing about this all my life. Now that I get the chance it would be stupid to pass on the occasion. After all, I wanted to explore and I've done everything to avoid the only noticeable difference between my America and this America... Furthermore I don't exist in this world, there's no home to go to, no friends and family... Maybe I could... Maybe if I go back to the motel, they might come back... And then...

I spend the day in a large park playing around with the idea...