Friday...
The last day of that crazy week I was having.
I was on my way to mysterious Mr. McAllisdair’s class and thought about the fact that I had not heard from Janice, Melinda, or Millicent since they left to follow him Wednesday. It wasn’t like Janice or Melinda to hold out on me. Mel and I resided in the same dorm building but I didn’t hear from or see her Thursday, nor so far that Friday. I was hoping perhaps I would see them in class...
Of course Mr. McAllisdair was in attendance. Dressed to kill this time in a two-piece black suit and in a much better mood than he was on Wednesday. As a matter of fact, he was in such great spirits that he decided that we would have class outdoors that day! While not unheard of, that was pretty unconventional.
Not in attendance were Melinda and Janice. They never miss a class, especially not both at the same time. So I began to wonder if something bad could’ve happened to them last night. I had no idea of where they could’ve been, so I thought I would stop by the registrar’s office to talk to Millicent once I left class...
When I got to the office, there was another girl there at the front desk. I asked for Millicent and the girl said that she was not in and that they had not heard from her at all that morning. She said that was unusual for Millicent, as she was always punctual and dependable.
Oh no, I thought, something DID go terribly wrong...
I kindly thanked the girl and left.
Lunchtime came. I sat at our usual table at the front of the cafeteria in the hopes that maybe they would show up at least for a bite to eat...
No such luck...
I could not concentrate in any of the rest of my classes for that day. I needed to know from somebody how everything went. It looked like I was going to have to speak with the one person I needed all of the answers from anyway....
Trevor Dean McAllisdair.
Four o’clock pm rolls around. It’s the end of my day.
I felt a strong, overpowering urge to take that dreaded shortcut to my dorm again.
As I began my stroll down that lonely wooded path I saw that expensive white car with the blood red interior driving up in the opposite direction this time; towards me. He stopped and opened the passenger side door on the left, assuming that I was going to hop in...
He was right.
I looked at him as he was driving. I couldn’t help but think about how absolutely gorgeous he was in that black suit. As I was thinking that, he started grinning. Controlling my thoughts around a man like that was entirely too hard to do.
I noticed that he was taking me off campus.
“Where are we going, Mr. McAllisdair?,” I dared to inquire.
He looked at me...
***
When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer riding in his Mercedes. I was no longer riding, period. I was lying down, my head laying on what felt like a pillow, staring upwards at a very high ceiling decorated with rich, red fabric that met at an ornate light fixture in the middle. My hands were resting on my belly. I moved them down to my sides and felt that I was laying on top of a soft quilt. When I tried to turn my head slightly to the right to see exactly what I was laying on, I felt a terrible pain on the left side of my neck. I quickly reached up with my left hand to check it. I felt something wet. I looked at my hand and there was blood on it. I checked my neck again, and there was a little more blood...
Where the hell am I?
Why is my neck sore and bleeding?
As my eyes began to focus, I noticed two exceptionally tall wooden bed posts in front of me.
I was laying on a bed.
A particularly LARGE one.
I then tried to turn my head left, but the same pain prevented me from doing so. All I could do was lift my head forward.
I looked down at my body. I was dressed in a long, white, see-through gown!
Where were my clothes?!
Who has seen me naked?!
Who is STILL seeing me naked through this joke of a gown?
I started to sit up when I felt a pain in my vulvar region that radiated throughout my entire abdomen!
“Oh...!,” I moaned as the hurt passed through me.
That’s when it occurred to me: I had lost my virginity somehow...
To him...
The last thing that I remembered was looking into his eyes...
Mr. McAllisdair’s hypnotic, beguiling blue eyes...
Now I was there. In what appeared to be his bedroom...
Or his “lair”...
The furniture in the room was heavy-looking and vintage. It was turn-of-the-century in decor. The dresser was very wide and the mirror attached to it almost touched the dramatically high ceiling. It was trimmed in gold tone. The chairs were trimmed in gold too, with red satin striped upholstery. The opened curtains were dense and made of the same fabric that was on the two chairs.
There was also a lovely chaise lounge by the right side of the bed by the window; also upholstered in red.
He was lying on it...sleeping.
I sat up in the bed, despite the pain, and watched him.
He was clad in a black and gold striped smoking jacket, another ecru shirt underneath it, opened to the middle of his chest, black slacks and socks; no shoes.
From what I could see, he was so handsome in slumber...
My vision was intermittently going blurry...
My body felt weak...
Drained...
Just as I was going to make the attempt at getting off of that cumbersome bed, however, he awoke...
When his eyes opened, they stared directly into mine.
What was he doing to me?
What had he done...?
My eyes closed again, but this time I forced them back opened!
Mr. Trevor Dean McAllisdair had some explaining to do!
“Where am I?,” I asked.
“My bedroom,” he answered simply.
“I gathered that, Mr....”
“Trevor. You may call me Trevor, now...”
“I’m getting tired of your games, Trevor!,” I yelled, losing my patience as he was remaining so calm and almost condescending, “This time you may have gone too far...”
“I doubt it. You wanted me equally as much as I wanted you...Not only that, dear Margaret, I needed you...”
“What...what do you mean you...needed me?”
He took a cigarette out of a silver box that was on the table next to his lounge chair, lit it, and asked, “What did you find at the library Wednesday night?”
“I found that you were born 3 times in 300 years...”
“I know it appears that way, darling. Actually, I was born only once; 537 years ago...”
I sat stunned. Unable to respond.
“I was born October 27th of 1427. During the European Renaissance period. Every century I had to ‘reinvent’ myself; to keep up with the times, you know...hence the manufactured birth records...”
“Well, you don’t look a day over 500,” I joked.
He smiled and took a drag from his cigarette.
Still so very sexy.
“I knew there was something different about you from the very first minute I saw you!,” I told him, “What are you, Trevor?”
“I can show you much better than I can tell you,” he said, “Go look in the mirror...”
I moved to get off of the bed again, and that intense vaginal pain from earlier returned...
I moaned again and had to ask, “Oh, Trevor...did we...really?”
“Why, you feel it don’t you?,” he answered coyly, “If you didn’t, I’d be highly insulted...” He smirked.
I wanted to jump off of that tall bed and choke him!
“Did you read what my mind just said? About wanting to choke you?!,” I wondered.
“I can no longer read your thoughts, Margie.”
“Why not, Trevor?”
“Go to the mirror. You’ll see, darling.”
I made the attempt again, fighting through the pains in my neck and down below combined to finally see what he was talking about. I could barely walk...I was so weak...
I stood in front of the gigantic mirror and saw nothing different about myself at first. My hair was still long and strawberry-blonde. I could also see my nude, pale, slim body through that gown in the reflection. As I leaned in closer, I pulled my hair back and inspected the sore, bloody site on my neck...
There were two holes in it...
I froze...
What has he done to me?
What am I going to become?
“I’m sure you have lots of questions, Margie,” Trevor said; his low mellifluous voice coming from right behind me, but I could not see him in the mirror...
Then I turned around...
There he was...
Directly behind me!
I jumped with shock!
He came two steps closer to me and I screamed, “YOU’RE A VAMPIRE!!!”
“Sshh, the neighbors will hear,” he said sarcastically.
“WHY ME?!!,” I asked in a frenzy, “WHY DID YOU CHOOSE ME?!”
“You were a virgin, Margie. Sweet and unsullied...I wanted you as my third wife...”
“WIFE?!!”
“Look at your left ring finger...”
I did as he asked. There, shining brilliantly, was the biggest, most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen in my young life! Why didn’t I notice this thing earlier when I woke up?, I asked myself.
I then looked back up at him...in his eyes.
“You are mine now. I’ll share with you everything...,” he said.
“Alright,” I said as I conceded my fate, “If that’s the case, then where are my friends, Trevor?”
“My ‘followers’ from Wednesday night?”
“Yes...”
“Let’s get dressed...I will show you...”
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