128: Buzz Kill

on January 2, 2008 in 05: The Weekend Shift

In Which Mackenzie Fails To Recollect A Surname

As the taste of fresh blood filled my mouth for the second… no, third… time that day, I was starting to understand the sheer depth of my grandmother’s unreasoning hatred of me.

She had fed me, but she’d never let me enjoy it. She had never wanted me to know how good blood really was, how wonderful people could taste on the inside. She’d never let me drink fresh from the vein, and she’d never left me alone to experience the wondrous sensation.

I giggled and whimpered at the same time, closing my eyes and relishing the flavor, losing myself in Tyler’s blood. It actually tasted like Tyler, too… I don’t mean that I had any idea what his meat actually would taste like–yet–or that I even knew him that well that I would have been able to pick his blood out from another person’s, but there was still an indefinable “Tylerness” about it… a Tylerosity, if you will.

There was something else about it that I couldn’t quite place, as well.

I laughed exuberantly and suddenly the stream of blood was no longer dribbling into my mouth but dripping on my chin, neck, and points south. I opened my eyes to see Tyler wrenching his arm away from Ian. He broke free and stepped back, spattering the dirty floor with vivid red droplets.

I crawled out of the tangled pile of bedding and began to follow, lick the trail. The layer of dust and tiny debris gave an unpleasantly fuzzy texture, but the flavor of the blood, of Tyler, covered everything else.

I imagined for a moment what I must have looked like, scrabbling on my hands and knees, licking up my sustenance from a filthy floor like an animal… my ass probably sticking up in the air. I repressed a shiver.

I started to feel confused… no, conflicted. I knew there were people in the room with me and I knew I wasn’t behaving at all in the way that I should be. I was scaring or disgusting them. This was important, because… because I really didn’t want to do that.

And because one of them was Ian.

Then I tasted more blood, and the confusion went away. Blood was good. Feeding was good.

“Filthy beast!” Tyler said. I looked up at the sound of his voice and caught his foot in my face. Bright, beautiful pain–a far different thing from the awful, paralyzing agony of holiness–exploded behind my eyes and I whimpered as my knees and elbows buckled.

When my vision cleared, Tyler’s precious life stuff was running down from his nose in two scarlet streams and Mike was holding Ian and him apart.

“Be cool,” Mike said.

“He kicked her in the face,” Ian said.

“Yeah, and she seems okay,” Mike said. “No harm done, right?”

“Look at her, she’s into it,” Gabe said. I looked up at the sound of his voice. I didn’t like him… I knew I didn’t like him… but there was a sort of avidness, an ardent, hungry quality, in his voice that called out. He started towards me, then stepped back suddenly. “Somebody kick her again.”

Yes, kick me again… I tried telling Tyler, looking up from the floor and begging him, but it came as a low throaty growl and he gave a very unbecoming shriek and jumped back.

“Here, let’s get her up on the bed,” Ian said, kneeling down beside me.

“Even better idea,” Gabe said.

“Seriously, Gabe, shut up,” Mike said.

I went to Ian eagerly, clinging to him. I licked his cheek, the side of his neck… Ian was yummy. I whimpered with the effort of holding back, but I understood it was important not to tear and eat his flesh, not to kill… he promised so much fun, and his taste was too important to use up all at once, if I could help it.

If I could help it.

“Mackenzie, are you okay?” he asked, setting me down on the bare, stained mattress of Gabe’s unmade bed, rich and redolent with the scents of sex and frustration.

I twisted and writhed, breathing it in. Ian repeated his question. I opened my mouth to tell him I was fine, I was wonderful… but all that came out was a moan.

“Oh… fucking yeah,” Gabe said.

“Mackenzie, do you need more blood?” Ian asked.

“She… it isn’t getting any more of mine,” Tyler said, his voice pinched and nasal as he held a tissue to his streaming nose. Nobody paid him any attention… except me. Blood.

“Mackenzie?” Ian asked.

“Ian,” I murmured.

“I’m here,” he said, stroking my hair. “Do you need anything?”

“I… need…” I said. I couldn’t get the words out. There was nothing in me but need. How I could fit that much raw necessity through my mouth at one time?

“What?” Ian prompted.

“I need… fucking,” I said. “I need… everyone… to fuck me. Now.”

I didn’t just mean the people in the room… I meant everyone. Every thing. I wanted to shove the whole world into my pussy and crawl in after it.

“Hell, yeah!” Gabe said.

“Hey,” Ian said to Mike. “Do you mind giving me a hand getting her back to her dorm?”

“Hold on,” Mike said. “Why are we in a hurry to get her anywhere?”

“You’re not serious,” Ian said.

“I am if she is,” Mike said.

“Anybody who touches that thing is condemning their soul,” Tyler said.

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?” Ian said.

“Go get yourself healed, Ty,” Mike said.

“Fine,” Tyler said. “But I’m serious. If you care more about an easy lay…”

Hey!” Ian yelled, and my insides went all wobbly. That voice. Why didn’t he yell at me more often?

“…than your immortal soul, you deserve what you’re going to get,” Tyler finished, and then left.

“Look, we all heard her say it,” Gabe said. “She can’t take it back now.”

“Shut up, Gabe,” Mike said. “Look, Ian, for all you know she might need sex just like she needs blood, right?”

“That’s a pretty flimsy reasoning for justifying a gang rape,” Ian said.

“Hey, I’m just saying let’s just not be hasty one way or the other,” Mike said.

Mike sounded so personable, so reasonable about it… I wanted to scream at him to shut up and just fucking do it. Why not? I needed it. I would beg for it if I could. Why not be hasty?

I sat up. Ian tried to push me down, but he couldn’t hold me.

“Please,” I begged, to anybody who would listen. “Please…”

“Fuck this, she wants it,” Gabe said, and he already had his pants down around his ankles and was fumbling with a pair of white briefs stretched tight around his erection. “As far as I’m concerned, it would be more like rape to not… oh, shit.”

His dick twitched violently inside its cotton cocoon and the small wet spot at the front of the head suddenly began to spread.

I hadn’t really been viewing Gabe in particular as a partner, but at that sight I leaped from the bed, eager for a taste.. eager to suck at the sweet salty essence, to rip the underwear off and suck the slackening member beneath it back into a state of arousal. Ian grabbed my arm and tried to pull me back, but only succeeded in pulling me off course and off balance.

The impact of my knees on the floor was jarring, mentally as well as physically… what was I doing? I didn’t want my mouth near somebody like Gabe, not even to feed and certainly not for any other reasons. It was revolting to the point of being unthinkable.

Especially when there were other, better men in the room. Closer, too.

“Look, she isn’t in her right mind,” Ian said as I wheeled around in place and began pulling myself up by the legs of his jeans.

“No offense, but do you really know what her right mind is?” Mike asked. “I mean, we just watched her lick blood off the floor. Maybe this is normal for her kind.”

Her kind?” Ian repeated.

“I don’t mean it like that,” Mike said. “But look, she isn’t human, so maybe we shouldn’t expect her to behave like one.”

“Look, Mason, I don’t see why you think you get a say in this,” Gabe said.

“Because I’m her boyfriend, fuckwad!” Ian protested.

“Fine, okay, you can go first,” Gabe said. “It’ll take me a while to get it back up, anyway.”

I had managed to get to my feet, although I was leaning on Ian for support. His dick was hard beneath his jeans, proving him an awful, hideous liar. He wanted me. I wanted him. What was the problem? I ground against him as best as I could with my legs still not remembering how to support me.

“Look, nobody is ‘going first’,” Ian said. “We’re leaving.”

“Why don’t you let Mackenzie make up her own mind?” Mike said.

“Why are we dicking around with this?” Gabe asked. “There’s three of us. We all heard her say it.”

“You realize we’re talking about a h… a person,” Ian said. “Not one of your stupid illusions.”

“I’m talking about a woman,” Gabe said. “There’s a difference.”

“Shut up, Gabe,” Mike said.

“Whose side are you on?” Gabe demanded.

“What do you mean, side?” Mike said. “A sort of nice looking girl says she wants to party, I’m willing to take her at her word, but this isn’t worth fighting over.”

“What a faggot,” Gabe said.

“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about,” Ian said to Mike.

“Yeah, and I just called him a faggot,” Gabe said, then laughed. “C’mon, are we doing the demon or what?”

“Yeah, she’s your girlfriend,” Mike said. “But that doesn’t mean you can take her away against her will.”

“Take me,” I murmured.

“We’re leaving,” Ian said again, and he started us walking towards the door.

My feet collided with each other, and I fell, jarred free of Ian’s grasp. I hit the floor in a mess of giggles.

“Oh, shit… she’s drunk,” Mike said. “She’s wasted.”

What was he talking about? I hadn’t had anything except blood… nummy, delicious blood. Anyway, if I was drunk, I should’ve been all confused and uncoordinated and shit, right? I felt perfectly fine.

“Man, that’s perfect,” Gabe said. “Except… she wasn’t drinking.”

“Tyler was,” Ian said.

“He was on his second,” Mike said. “She looks like she might be a lightweight, but she didn’t get two beers’ worth of blood out of him.”

“Like you said, who knows how this works?” Ian said. He tried to pull me to my feet. “So, do you want to fuckin’ help me now?”

“Oh… right,” Mike said. “Um, do you want to just carry her?”

“Hey, wait, you guys aren’t taking her,” Gabe said.

Why weren’t they taking me? I was wet and ready, just waiting to be taken.

“Seriously, fuck off,” Mike said.

“Help me get her up and I think I can manage if you get the door,” Ian said. A blur of confusing motion later and I was in his arms. He was… warm. “I’ll just put her down in my room to sleep it off, or whatever.”

“‘Or whatever’, he says,” Gabe said. “I know what you’re doing, Mason.”

Shut up, Gabe,” Mike and Ian both said at the same time. I wriggled uncontrollably in Ian’s arms. So forceful, so manly… and from two men at once. It was almost too much.

Then, the ceiling was moving… no, wait. I was, or Ian was, and he was carrying me.

“Your door unlocked?” Mike asked.

“Yeah,” Ian said as the ceiling tiles zoomed backwards.

Then there was a jarring transition from the lighted hallway to a dark room and I only just barely had time to register the fact that for some bizarre reason I could almost seem to see better in the darkness when the overhead light came on, blinding me. I whimpered.

“Kill that and turn on the lamp,” Ian said, and the light level mercifully readjusted itself to something more reasonable. Then I was on a bed, on a soft down comforter which smelled only faintly of furtive acts of masculinity. I sighed contentedly, arching my back and then rolling over to bury my face in it. Ian.

“Look, man…” I heard Mike say. “I didn’t know she was trashed.”

“It’s okay,” Ian said.

“No, I’m serious,” Mike said. “I just thought that…”

“Forget it,” Ian said.

“I wouldn’t…”

“I said, forget it.”

“Right,” Mike said. “Um… I’m going to go help Gabe clean up.”

“Close the door, will you?” Ian asked, and then I heard the door closing and a feeling of aloneness… or togetherness, since it was him and me who were both alone together… settled over the room.

“Ian,” I said, breathing his name into his blanket. When he didn’t respond, I rolled onto my side and said it again. “Ian.”

“What?”

“I want you to fuck me,” I said.

He sighed and closed his eyes. His fists briefly clenched and then unclenched like they sometimes did when I watched him swallow his anger.

Was he angry? I kind of hoped he was.

“What if I told you I don’t have protection?” he asked.

“Don’t care,” I said. “Fuck me.”

“See, you’re not in control of yourself,” he said.

“I want you in control,” I said.

“I know,” he said. “Does Amaranth have a mirror?”

“Don’t think so.”

“Does your friend Steff have one?”

“She has a dick,” I said. I tittered, remembering the feel of it through our clothes, when she’d straddled me on the edge of the forest. “A nice one. I’m gonna suck it if her boyfriend says okay for dating.”

“You’re out of your head,” Ian said. “You need sleep. What’s Steff’s full name?”

“Steff… ain,” I said. “Steffain.”

I knew she had a last name, too, but all I could think of was “dick”, for some reason. I threw my head back and laughed.

“That’s a boy’s name, Mackenzie,” Ian said. “Try to focus here. I need to get a hold of your friends. Who has a mirror, in your dorm?”

“Sooni,” I said. “She’s got a hand mirror. She probably has… closets full of them.”

“Sooni,” Ian said. “Which one’s she again?”

“She’s foxy,” I said, laughing. “And she’s got the most gorgeous skin, and big ugly wooden saddles and stupid silk blouses and mini skirts that stick straight out. I would fuck her… I would fuck her so hard.”

“You want me… to reflect… the fox girl?” Ian asked uncertainly.

“Yeah, ‘flect her!” I said struggling to sit up. That was an excellent idea. “Tell her we wanna fuck her. It’ll be a three-way. Amaranth will be so proud.”

“Um, if I go out for a bit, will you stay here and just stay in bed?” Ian asked.

“Where you goin’?” I asked.

“Harlowe,” he said. “To find your friends.”

“Find Sooni,” I said. “Tell her I wanna fuck.”

“Whatever you say,” Ian said. “Stay here?”

“Okay,” I said.

“Just, lay back and wait for me,” he said.

“I will,” I said. He turned off the lamp and then went out. I heard the key turning in the lock. I started to wonder at how wonderfully sharp and clear the room remained in perfect darkness… surely that wasn’t right, was it? I only had a few moments to fret before the world realized and corrected the mistake, and everything was black.

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7 Responses to “128: Buzz Kill”

  1. pedestrian says:

    It is too easy to accept situations as this as YOUR natural due, just because all the porn you see says it’s okay to take advantage of women, drugged, drunk, beaten, trapped. I never could fuck prostitutes because I knew how they had been enslaved.

    Current score: 0
    • capybroa says:

      If you judge a man by the company he keeps, Ian isn’t exactly doing himself any favors. Khersis. What an awful bunch. I almost wish Mack had eaten them after all, or at least Gabe.

      Current score: 3
      • Anon says:

        Dunno, I think I’d like Tyler if I saw him in a different context. Honestly I think he handled the situation better than Mackenzie would in the same situation, and it seems like outside demon-related contexts he’d be a really decent guy.

        Also, shame on you. You know how disgusted Mack would be in the morning if she’d swallowed even a little piece of somebody as vile as Gabe. The appropriate response would be to break a few bits and give him to the necro lab to play with.

        Current score: 4
      • zeel says:

        Really only Gabe is a problem. Ty was reasonably scared shitless of a demon, Mike was into the idea of group sex only when he thought Mackenzie was still sober.

        Current score: 0
  2. Downside says:

    Ok, so I generally have an active enough imagination to turn Alexandra’s imagery into an effective picture in my head. That means that in the somewhat sexual chapters, and more so in the very sexual ones, I end up about half hard. Maybe it’s TMI, but its true. So imagine my surprise when, due to the sheer hilarity of this chapter, I didn’t get it even a little bit up. Bold move for me now, hitting the ‘Submit Comment’ button. Don’t kill me for this insult, society.

    Current score: 2
  3. MentalBlank says:

    The characters are all teenagers/young adults. Their reactions are realistically portrayed. Which of us didn’t act like an idiot at times when we were young? Especially in situations involving alcohol and sex.

    Current score: 1
    • nobody says:

      Having only recently turned 21 years old – and being asexual – I haven’t, but those reasons also show that I am just a very poor – and even more unlikely – example for the point you’re making.

      Current score: 0