Last House

Last House

... She held me spellbound in the night

Dancing shadows and firelight

Crazy laughter in another room...

Eagles

The door slowly opened and Eloise walked in... no, no that's not right, she seemed to glide in as if she had no feet. Backlit by some unseen light, she seemed an apparition. Dressed in a dark, flowing, dress, her movements were silent - foreboding. Drawing closer, I saw her eyes were yellow, like a cat and her irises seemed to change shape. She was at my bed, drawing the bedding down, exposing me with an all too white hand with long red nails. Silently, she trailed her fingers along my penis.

"Eloise, what are...?"

She silenced me with a wave of her hand and continued to excite me with the other. My mind raced, watching as she lowered. An eerie intake of breath, like an inward hiss, came from her as she leaned over me, holding my erect penis in her palm.

"I... I have waited for so long," she said, looking up at me.

Unable to speak I could only watch. She turned her attention to my cock and opened her mouth. Any thought of getting a blow-job went away when a pair of pointed canine teeth were exposed.

I wanted to scream; I tried to scream, but nothing came out. In a painfully slow movement, she lowered and bit into my blood-filled shaft....

The Eagles song, Witchy Woman was on the car radio when I made the fatal turn. Stupidly following the GPS, I made the turn that ultimately got me hopelessly lost. I say hopelessly because shortly after turning on the gravel road I lost signal to my cell phone. Just to compound my misery, I decide to carry on like I knew where I was and what I was doing. I had seen a sign a few miles back indicating my destination wasn't far off, Emersville. The dirt on the sign should have been a warning. It was October thirtieth and a near full moon was rising. Looking in my rearview, a cloud of road dust billowed out behind my car.

Mile after mile I drove on until I came to a crossroad and slowed to a stop. I wasn't an outdoorsman, but I knew the moon rising was East, well East-ish. One road headed off in that direction, which I felt instinctively was not where I should go. Turning, I chose the westward road. I drove on feeling smug, for all the wrong reasons.

As the moon rose higher, the country road seemed to narrow, or perhaps it was the trees bordering the road that made it seem so. Baren of leaves their branches looked ominous. It's crazy how uncertainty can quickly grip a person. That person was me and I slowed down, wondering if I'd made a mistake. The Eagles song ended and I shut off the radio. My headlights illuminated what looked like an old, covered bridge. It wasn't an unusual site in the New England countryside I was in.

Moving forward slowly, the bridge became clearer. Obviously not built for modern conveniences, I stopped judging the width and decided my car would fit. Just as I started into the bridge a mist came from nowhere, partially enveloping my car. I pressed on, occasionally looking in my rearview. The mist seemed to follow me, and as it did the bridge vanished.

Well passed the bridge on the opposite side, I rolled down my window and looked back. The bridge was gone and only the swirling mist remained. It was October, but the chill that went through me was unnerving. I pressed on, certain I would end up on a paved road soon. The mist remained, although not as thick as by the bridge, it came over the car in low levels where I felt I was driving just under it.

Straining to look through the intermittent mist, I suddenly slammed on the brakes. Something ran across the road, just in front of the car, and I narrowly missed it. I shook my head, breathing hard over what I thought I'd seen. It didn't make sense. Whatever it was seemed to go from four legs to two, instantaneously. With my window still partially down I heard a sound, like that of a wolf. It was a long, low, howl that sent chills through me again.

Nervously, I turned the radio back on and got static. No matter where I dialed it remained the same, like I'd driven into a zone of silence. Determined, I pressed on although not with the confidence I'd once had. What little I had left disappeared when I heard a pop. The sound was followed by the flop - flop sound of a blown tire.

"Fuck.... What else?!" I said, gripping the steering wheel intensely.

After a few deep breaths, I looked up and saw the mist abating. Gradually, lights came into view off in the distance and I sighed. It had to be a home, I thought. My hope was that the occupants had a land line, as cell phone service wasn't available. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my briefcase and got out to make the trek.

Moon light lit my way, but there was an eerie silence, I mean nothing. No sound. Not a frog; not an owl hooting in the night - nothing. As I moved along, I turned repeatedly, looking around three hundred-sixty degrees. At one point, I felt I was being watched and I chuckled nervously. What I saw were fireflies, not eyes, I told myself. Again, a howl went off in the distance as I approached the dwelling.

It wasn't a home, or even a house. It looked medieval, dark and foreboding. Gargoyles stood sentry to wide entry steps. The lights I saw were flaming wall sconces.

Unsure and taking tentative steps, I slowly approached the oversized double doors of the entry. The right door had a lion's head door knocker and just as I reached for it, the doors slowly swung open. Shocked, I didn't move and even stopped breathing momentarily. Gazing on a grand two-tiered circular staircase, dimly lit by candlelight, I waited. I wasn't sure what I'd walked into and closed my eyes. When I opened them I was startled and jumped back.

A woman stood before me, dressed in a gossamer white garment, that seemed to move on its own. Raven hair framed a pale face with blood red lips. I had no idea of her age, and oddly her features seemed to change or perhaps it was just the unsteady lighting of the candles. As the gossamer material moved, her breasts seemed to come in and out of view and I blinked, trying to compose myself.

"I'm..."

"Yes... you are expected," the woman said, in a hauntingly way.

"Roger - Roger Hemsley. I had a flat and I'm pretty sure I'm lost," I said, ignoring her comment.

"If you'd like to come in, all you need is ask."

"Yes, please, may I come in?"

Being tired, disorientated and lost I was sure what I thought I saw wasn't real. The woman swept her arm, bidding me enter. "Welcome," she said, in a menacing voice, the word sounding more like 'Velkommen.'

"Quite a place you have here... Ms.?"

"Eloise."

"Okay, Eloise... so, I'm hoping you have a phone, you know a land line. There's no cellphone service out here."

"We do not," she replied, in a dead pan tone.

"I see... this is a bit awkward, but could I...?"

"Stay the night, of course," she said, answering my unspoken question.

Eloise clapped her hands and from nowhere a women appeared. She appeared to be a younger versions of Eloise, from the hair on down and wearing similar ethereal white gown. I looked around and for the life of me I couldn't understand from where and how she'd appeared so suddenly.

"Mr. Hemsly will be spending the night. Mr. Hemsly, this is my daughter, Sharee'. She will serve your every need."

I was smitten. I went to thank Eloise, but she was gone. She went from standing next to me to standing at the top of the grand staircase. I never saw her move, nor did I hear footsteps - she simply was and then wasn't.

"This way Mr. Hemsly," Sharee' said, in a voice somehow sinister and sultry at the same time.

Taking my arm, she escorted me to a lavishly decorated bedroom. Candles seemed to light up just as the door was opened, and just how I had no idea. Sharee' took my briefcase as we entered and set it aside.

"Ahh... this is amazing, but it's far more than I can pay for," I admitted.

"Pay? There is no pay," Sharee' said. "Please disrobe, I will be preparing your bath."

"What?! Bath... no, no I don't need a..."

"Mr. Hemsly, if I don't tend to you Eloise will be very upset, so please allow me," Sharee' said, moving to disrobe me.

"This... this is crazy!"

Once I was naked, Sharee' led me into an ornate spa - it was far from a bathroom, having a Roman style tub large enough for six people. I turned to express my thoughts and found Sharee' totally nude. Her smile seemed anything but welcoming, it was sinister as she stepped into the tub and offered her hand. I was compelled somehow and joined her. Without talking Sharee's hand went to my penis.

"Whoa... now hold on, a bath is one thing but..."

"Would you prefer my mouth?" she asked, dropping down.

"What?! Christ what is this a brothel?"

"No Mr. Hemsly, this your home."

"Wa... what? Home... no, no I have a... Holy shit!" I cried out.

There was brief pain and then nothing.

I woke the next morning alone, with no clear memory of the night before, only bits and pieces of flashbacks. Sharee' - naked - something about a bath - Sharee' sucking my cock. Rising on my elbows, I felt drained. When I was able to focus my eyes, I saw heavy drapes covering a window. I had no idea where I was and got up to look outside finding the window was heavily barred. Looking around the room, I found my clothes laid in a pile on the floor, and another thought flash through my mind as I went to retrieve them - exquisite pain and an urgent need to leave this place.

Leaving the bedroom, with brief case in hand, I headed down the right side staircase slowly, calling out, "Hello?" The word echoed and silence followed. "Eloise?... Sharee'?"

As their names echoed and died away, I felt abjectly alone, more so than at any other time in my life. I hadn't noticed the musty smell the night before, but it was rank as I made my way down to the bottom of the stairs. Off to my right, I could see what looked like a dining hall and went to investigate.

A heavy ornate table, long enough to seat twenty people, sat in the middle of the room. Candelabras sat near each end and in the middle, all lit. A fireplace flickered and crackled off the far side of the table. It should have signaled warmth, but I felt just the opposite. On the same side, a service for one had been placed, along with covered platters. Instantly, I was overcome with hunger and nearly sprinted to the food.

Satiated, I no longer felt the desperation I'd held earlier. Leaving the dining hall, I looked for the double doors where I'd entered the castle, or whatever it was, the night before. Standing in the grand foyer, I faced the dual staircases and rotated with my back to them. The doors I'd stood outside of looking in, at the staircases, weren't there. The doors I'd entered through were not there.

"What the hell?" I thought, wondering how I could have been so mistaken.

With my head on a swivel, I began a slow walk. I wasn't a believer in folk tales, but this place was eerie and gave me the creeps. The word vampire flashed through my mind, and I chuckled nervously, wondering why the hell was I all alone? It was daytime, the place should have been bustling with activity.

The castle was a maze and nowhere I went had a modern light, only candles to light the way. When I finally worked my way back, and passing the dining hall I saw everything had changed. The fireplace was out, the candles were out and the table had been cleared - by who?

"Hello?! Is there anyone here?!" I yelled out.

The silence was unnerving and desperation welled up inside me again. I began running, trying every door I found looking for a way out. Exhausted and mind reeling, I ended up back in the grand foyer where the entry doors should have been. Cursing, I reached out expecting nothing and felt wood.

"What the... the doors are here! But, how?" I muttered, as the veiled doors came into view.

Giddy laughter escaped my throat, as I reached for a door handle. Locked. I tried the other door's handle - locked. "Fuck... fuck... fuck! Am I a prisoner?!" I screamed out.

I wasn't about to go back to the bedroom and opted for the parlor room I'd seen earlier. Flopping down in an overstuffed, high-backed, chair I sighed and closed my eyes.

It was Halloween, October thirty-first...

I came to, hearing voices whispering. The fireplace in the parlor was lit, casting a warm glow and frightening shadows. A howl carried through the air.

"No... we need to be careful this time," a voice said, sounding like Eloise.

"But...?"

"Sharee', there are no buts. We need to keep him alive. He can give us that which we need to survive, if we keep him alive. Did you do as I asked?" I heard Eloise say.

"Yes, I took just enough to keep him with us." Sharee' responded.

"Sharee', don't fuck this up. We may be here another eternity before someone else comes along."

"Yes, mother."

Wide awake, two words played over again in my mind - survive and alive.

"What did they need from me to survive...?" I never finished my thought, as Eloise consumed me.

"Your essence, Mr. Hemsley," she said, speaking inside my head.

I felt violated and aroused at the same time, feeling stirring between my legs.

"We are coming."

Wide eyed and frantic, I bolted from the chair running to where I had no idea. Before I made it halfway to the parlor door I could feel their presence, they were close. Eloise, in my head, talked to me again.

"We will give you much pleasure," her words sounding strangely ominous.

The two women seemed to float in, one after the other and I shivered. Except for blood red lips and nails, their alabaster skin seemed to have a glow as they stood before me naked. Eloise came to me, pressing her lips to mine. I fought to keep my mouth closed, but somehow she willed me to open and inserted her tongue - or what I thought was her tongue. Whatever it was assaulted my mouth and throat to a point I started to gag. She stopped and stepped back, licking her lips. I was certain it was my imagination that her tongue looked forked.

Eloise held me mentally and I was unaware that Sharee' was kneeling before me, stroking my cock. Sharee's words flashed through my mind about preferring her mouth.

"Yes, her mouth," I said aloud, watching Eloise smile.

Eloise released her mental hold, and I looked down to see my hard shaft disappear in Sharee's mouth. I had no will to stop the violation, and gripped her hair as she bobbed up and down on my cock.

"Remember... take him to the edge, no farther," Eloise said, as she approached.

I had no idea what she meant, but a feeling of euphoria came over me and just as I closed my eyes I saw Eloise smile, exposing very pointed canine teeth. Once again, I felt a sudden sharp, exquisite, pain.

Visions of the women passed through my head, in a restless, fitful, sleep. Visions as if they were on carousel, their faces coming into sudden view and then rotating away laughing wickedly. Repeatedly, it went on before the vision changed to me lying awake in bed.

The women were with me, like snakes slithering over my body, touching me, sucking on my cock, pressing their wet pussies against my mouth. The vision changed once again.

Now standing, my arms and legs were tied to the bed posters. I felt hard - harder than I'd ever been, my cock stood out. Each one came to me, kneeling and gripping my hard shaft. I watched in horror as mouths opened exposing dagger like canines.

I screamed, I know I did, but I heard no sound. My penis was being sucked, but not as you might think. They sunk their teeth in, sucking out blood. The pain was instantaneous, but quickly dissipated replaced by a euphoric feeling. I felt more drained, but my cock somehow remained hard. After taking what they needed, they stood before me with blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

"Your essence Mr. Hemsly... it is life giving to our kind. Sleep Mr. Hemsly, you will be rewarded," Eloise said, once again talking in my head.

~

I woke with a start, my head on a swivel, looking once again at the bedroom I'd first occupied. I was naked and I felt a slight pain where I shouldn't have. Throwing back the bedding I looked at my penis, finding small puncture marks and vestiges of dried blood.

"What the f... it was real?" I mumbled, as fear crept into my mind.

Slowly, the realization came to me. Flash backs flitted through my head. These women were vampires. I had willingly asked to enter - I'd checked in, but I'd never leave, alive anyway.

My clothes were nowhere to be seen and a luxurious Burgandy colored robe, along with slippers laid at the end of the bed. I got up feeling lightheaded and weak. Halloween was over, but my nightmare was repeating itself. Leaving the bedroom, I knew I'd be alone. Valad the Impaler might have been a historical figure, but following a few others, Bram Stoker had brought the vampire to modern day light. All that went through my mind was that the undead rested during the day.

I felt myself slipping, mentally, when I approached the dining hall. Just as it had been the day before, nourishment awaited me. Would this be my lot, to rise and eat only to later be ravished and eaten, until I was little more than a husk of a man? Giddy, crazy, laughter escaped my lips, as I sat down to eat.

Question after question went through my mind, as I ate. Were Eloise and Sharee' mother and daughter, or was Eloise a matriarch vampire, holding power over Sharee'? Were the writings and movies right about a stake through the heart? Would defeating them be my only hope of escape? Every question brought me closer to madness. When I left the table, I had one goal in mind... find where the women rested during the day. Grabbing a candelabra for extra light I headed out.

The day before, I had paid no attention in my frantic search for escape. This time it was different. This time I was hypersensitive to sounds, shadows and the cold dank air that surrounded me. A rat scurried across the stone floor and disappeared into a small crevice. Continuing deeper into the labyrinth of castle halls I came to dead end after dead end, until one hall ended with a door.

Taking a deep breath, I tried the handle. It turned; the door wasn't locked. A strong, stagnant, foul order washed over me when I opened the door. Gagging, I held out the candelabra and saw steps. Unsure of what awaited me, I took the first step on shaking legs. Step by step, I wound my way down into the bowels of the castle, talking to myself.

"If they are down here, they're sleeping... Jesus this is insane... insane yes, but you have to find out... keep going... don't think about it."

Expecting the final step to be as the others, I landed hard, nearly stumbling after finding out it was longer. The hairs on my neck and arms were standing up, my eyes were wide and I was barely breathing. "Roger... it's time for do or die," I mumbled.

Heavy wooden posts and beams held up the floors above, covered in spider webs. The candlelight caught several objects moving across the dirt covered floor - rats, hundreds of them made the floor seem alive.

I ventured deeper and an audible gasp escaped my lips when I turned a corner. On top of a pile of dirt, two coffins laid. Like the floor, the dirt seemed alive. As I approached, the candle illuminated the millions of bugs crawling in the dirt. The only way to approach the coffins was to walk on the crawling pile. I did so, with a resolve I didn't know I had.

Opening the first coffin the lid creaked and I found Eloise, naked with arms across her ample breasts and my blood on her face. I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming. Opening the other coffin, Sharee' was in the same condition, looking alive, but I knew different, they were the undead.

"My God now what?" I thought to myself.

I'd seen the movies and read the books, but I had nothing to dispatch these monstrosities of the night. No mallet, no wooden stakes. And who would be first - Eloise? Closing the lids carefully, I retreated. I had hours before they would rise again, to make me their own. Going to the steps, I eased down thinking, trying to come up with a plan.

Just when I thought all was lost I recalled the reason the undead slept during the day, if the tales were true, sunlight could be my weapon. My problem was how to get them both into a compromised position they couldn't escape from.

Back on the main level, I wandered into the parlor looking for something to drink and found my clothes. Quickly dressing, I felt less exposed and ready if anything positive happened. I was praying when I came across a cabinet full of wine bottles. Covered in dust, it was hard to tell how old they might have been, but I didn't care at that point.

Pouring a glass, I went to the set of heavy drapes and parted them. As in my room, the window was barred. Although covered in dirt on the outside, sunlight managed to get through partially illuminating the room. Turning to look, the room seemed less foreboding, and I quickly downed the wine only to pour another. Grabbing the bottle I returned to the high-backed chair, slumping into it.

Slowly, the day slipped away as I sat drinking - drinking... was that an answer? What would happen to my captors if I was drunk and they feasted on me? Would alcohol in my blood affect them? Would it distort or impair their senses? I may have been grasping at straws, but at least I was still grasping. I would test my theory and if nothing else I'd get a good buzz, hopefully lessening the impact of what would be happening to me.

As the sun was going down, I sensed them awakening and recalled Eloise's words, you will be rewarded. Rewarded how? The duo were slowly draining my essence away, as Eloise had put it. If it went on much longer... I stopped thinking hearing whispers in the night, they were near. I tried to rise from the chair, but some invisible force held me there. The fireplace roared to life, just as Eloise floated into the room.

"We have feasted well over the past two days, Mr. Hemsly. I spoke of a reward," Eloise said, waving to Sharee'.

Sharee' moved in front of me, undoing my trousers and pulling them off, along with my underwear. I saw Eloise nod when Sharee' looked back at her. A split second later, my cock was in Sharee's hand and then in her mouth.

"Your reward will be orgasms," Eloise said, watching Sharee' bring me to full hardness.

I couldn't tell you if what happened next was real or a dream. My mind couldn't comprehend what was happening. Eloise seemed to be inside me, even as I watched the physical aspect of her taking me inside her vagina. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and when I opened them it was Sharee' riding me. I vaguely recall orgasming, not once but multiple times. I'd never cum twice in my life and how any of this was happening I had no clue. Eloise had promised a reward and the eroticism was truly overwhelming.

Regaining my senses, I found myself in the bedroom and I wasn't alone. My reward came at a price, Eloise was sucking blood from my still hard cock and Sharee' was hungrily waiting her turn. Thoughts went through my mind - would they go too far this time? Would I be like them? Would my drinking have an effect?

Having satisfied herself, Eloise moved away, letting Sharee' take her turn. I felt her bite and the momentary pain. Eloise was off the bed, looking unstable. Suddenly, she erupted in my head.

"What have you done?!" she screamed.

I closed my eyes and smiled, putting a hand on Sharee's head, urging her to drink her fill. Eloise had no time to warn Sharee' before collapsing. When Sharee' pulled off me she had a terrified look on her face. Clutching at her throat, she went as Eloise had and seemingly passed out. Weakened, I struggled to get off the bed. I had but one shot.

Stumbling to the window wall, I grabbed the heavy drapes and yanked with every ounce of energy I could muster. Once, twice... three times and the drapes ripped away from the wall. I could see the first light of dawn on the horizon. I had a little time and stopped to catch my breath, as I thought of what next to do. I knew I had to get them in front of the window.

The heavy drape cords and the window bars gave me an idea. Going to Sharee' first, I found she was lighter than I expected and I picked her up taking her to the window. I wrapped a cord around her body, securing her arms to her sides. Struggling, I managed to get her on her knees and wrapped the cord through the window bars and tied her off. Next, I turned my attention to Eloise, doing exactly the same thing. When I left the room, they were both facing the rising sun.

Locking the door, I tossed the key and ran down stairs to find my clothes, hoping beyond hope that they would remain incapacitated until the sun hit them. Just as I put on my shoes I heard the first blood curdling screams. Pressing my hands against my ears, I hurried to the entry doors. The screams were bone chilling and lasted far too long, but they eventually died away. Taking a deep breath, I reached out for the door handle - click, it turned and I was free.

An October wind blew dead leaves around my feet, which seemed almost fitting. Sucking in the fresh air I headed for my car. I took one last look back, seeing two charred figures in the window of my bedroom and smiled. When I reached my car, I found my tire intact. It had all been a ruse to get me to the castle. As I drove away, the car radio came to life with Hotel California playing.