Once we dressed and exited his bedroom, I followed Trevor through the relatively small home he lived in. We went down a spiral staircase that led to an average-sized living room, furnished in the very same way as his lush bedroom.
We got outside and it was dark. The wind was howling. I looked back at the house we had just exited and it looked more like a gilded-aged guest house. This would be confirmed as we continued our trek across an opened field of low-cut grass and sporadic trees to the rear of a massive tudor mansion home.
The tail of Trevor’s long black overcoat flapped in the high wind. My dress, one that he had waiting for me in his closet, was flying up and sideways all over the place. Not even the coat I was wearing over it could hold it down. It seemed that the closer we were getting to that house, the harsher the winds were becoming. Was this Trevor’s doing?, I wondered to myself. This whole scenario was becoming more frightening by the minute. To top it off, my new “husband” wasn’t behaving like the perfect gentleman as he was walking pretty darned fast at several paces ahead of me; never once looking back to make sure the wind hadn’t carried me away...
Maybe he was upset with me, because I had the nerve to ask about my missing friends...
Perhaps that wasn’t vampire etiquette...
When we finally made it to the back door of the mansion, Trevor pressed the doorbell.
A tall, virile, attractive, dark-haired gentleman opened the door, smiling at us both knowingly; as if he was waiting for us.
“Good evening, Trevor,” the man said, still smiling, yet behaving as if he was in some sort of a trance.
“Good evening, Lyle,” said Trevor, not smiling at all in return, staring the man squarely in his eyes.
We had entered what was the kitchen area of the house. By the old-fashioned wood stove was a small, blonde woman; standing there as if she was frozen in place. She too seemed like she was under some sort of spell, looking at Trevor.
“Lucille,” Trevor spoke to her.
She only nodded her head twice, not uttering a word.
She never once looked at me. Only at Trevor and Lyle, who I assumed was her husband.
“I know you don’t mind if we um...visit the cellar, do you?,” Trevor spoke as if he already knew what the answer was going to be.
“Oh of course I don’t mind, Trevor. Anytime.,” Lyle answered almost too pleasantly.
Then I noticed Lyle’s neck...
There were two visible holes in his, too.
No wonder...
He had been “turned”; by Trevor, no doubt.
I looked over at Lucille to see if she had suffered the same fate, but she was conveniently donning a powder blue scarf around her neck; much like the beige one Trevor carefully placed around mine before we left his bedroom...
She still did not look at me.
Without saying another word, not even a “thank you” to Lyle and Lucille, Trevor, finally acknowledging my presence behind him, took me by my hand and guided me to a large oak door just outside the kitchen on the left.
The gigantic door creaked as he opened it. He went in ahead, still holding my hand, down the long, very dark and dank stairwell. Somewhere in the middle of our walk down, Trevor pulled a chain and the cellar lit up. It was even creepier with the lights on. The walls were grey brick, and weeping. There was a constant dripping noise coming from somewhere in there. It was in perfect timing, like a clock ticking.
A couple of minutes in and we were still descending those stairs! I began to wonder if they were going to ever end. The further down we went, the warmer, more humid, and stinkier it became.
When we made it to the bottom at last, all I wanted to do was run right back up! It was absolutely bone-chilling down there! Everything was grey and black. Then to make it much worse, there were two rooms that resembled jail cells down there, complete with black prison bars. It looked like back in the old times, hundreds of years ago, when this house was brand new maybe, they used to keep prisoners here for some odd reason...
But what I saw next was almost too horrifying to mention, even now...all these years later...
Inside of those scary jail cells on the grey concrete ground were mounds of blood-soaked flesh and human organs. Remnants of human bodies that were ripped apart in some sort of sick, blood-thirsty frenzy! Legs, separated from torsos, hands, separated from arms, feet separated from...
Oh my God...
...And then I instantly recognized the severed,
brunette,
head...
of...Millicent Harvey!
I did not need to see anymore carnage to know that Melinda and Janice must have met the same gruesome demise....
I immediately turned to Trevor, who was standing with his back against the corner of the squalid room staring unwaveringly at me; blankly.
There was not an ounce of remorse in that cold, blue-eyed stare of his.
I slowly began to back away from him and towards the long winding stairwell...
“You bastard!,” I yelled at him, “You son of a bitch! You killed my friends!!! How could you? How could you do this and call yourself my husband?!! I want a DIVORCE!!!”
“There’s no such thing as a divorce from a ‘vampire’, darling...,” he said, still cold as ice.
“Vampire!?,”... just then I felt my body getting weaker, growing colder. Suddenly, an uncontrollable urge to drink something was taking me over...seeing the inordinate amount of blood on the ground of that jail cell was starting to have an effect on me...
I was beginning to...want it...
No...NO! I was fighting that urge as best as I possibly could...
He’d turned me!!
I was turning right then and there!
Inside of my mouth, as I ran my tongue over my upper front teeth I felt two very sharp fangs forming...! My lips were involuntarily curling...!
I was thirsting...
For blood...!
My vision again was blurring...I saw his silhouette coming closer to me...
He said, “We must remove our clothes...feeding is a nasty business, Margie.”
I backed up against the nasty grey wall next to the first jail cell that contained more grisly body parts!
But more and more, my disgust began to give way to intense hunger and thirst...
Trevor had already removed his black overcoat and was working on taking off his black suit jacket. He placed the coat on a hook high within the cellar wall.
There was a row of hooks there...
This was apparently a feeding place for these vampires...
Now...I was turning into one of them!
Thanks to Trevor McAllisdair.
He was now standing in front of me...
Completely naked...
Beautiful...
He looked exactly how I daydreamed he would...
Especially down below...
It was then that I knew what all the “bulge” talk was about...
I could also, at that moment, still feel what that “bulge” talk was all about from what he had done with me earlier...
“If you don’t feed soon, Margie, you may die,” Trevor said, so gently as he untied the scarf that he had placed around my neck just an hour or so ago.
He unzipped the back of my dress...
Unhooked my bra...
They both fell to the ground...
He pulled my panties down and off...
Then my shoes...
I was naked as well...
“This is all so new to you, my pet,” he said as he kissed my lips. He then turned and opened the cell door, which groaned due to age.
“Ladies first.”
He guided me into the cell that at first was a room of horrors...
Now, it was a room that my survival depended on...
It was all a blur as I picked up the first victim’s kidney from the ground and tasted of it...
Trevor, close behind, shared it with me...
It was madness...
We were in a feeding frenzy...
Our nude bodies, smeared with blood...
He bit my neck again and sucked more...
We bonded...
We made love...again...and again...
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