Ashes To Ashes
Two days later, Betty was sitting in her hospital room wondering what happened back at Mark’s place.
In the space of a day her whole life was turned upside down.
Mark supposedly aged 60 years in a week and was murdered by some ugly woman that escaped by jumping out a tenth floor window.
She listened to herself repeat that a couple of times and if she didn’t know better she would think she was insane and lock herself up.
Just then there was a knock on the door and a man walked in.
He was in his thirties about six feet tall with blonde hair and bluest of blue eyes.
When he smiled the room lit up.
He asked if it was ok if he could ask her a couple of questions.
She told him that she had told the police all she knew a hundred times already.
He told her that he was a reporter and wasn’t with the police.
She didn’t know what to do now.
No one told her to keep quiet so how bad would it be if she told the press.
Besides, he was kinda cute.
She sat there and told him the whole story just as she had told the police in the last two days.
He sat there silently looking at her.
She told him that he probably thought she was crazy, but that’s how it actually happened.
He told her that he believed what she said and that he was just thinking about what he had heard a couple of months earlier.
It seems that they found another man dead that looked like he was in his nineties but was actually in his late twenties.
He thought it may be a virus.
She told him it didn’t explain the ugly woman creature that was fucking him.
He conceded that point but they couldn’t rule out the virus for making the victim age rapidly and the woman was probably some homeless person that snuck in and took advantage of a sick man.
His explanation sounded good and would have convinced her any other time but for the fact that said homeless person disappeared out of a tenth floor window.
He sat there for a couple of hours and they got to know each other a little better personally.
When he was leaving he said he would stop by and see her again the next day then left.
She now lay back in the bed and had something else to think about besides that night.
Not finding the box in the room she decided to go to the police station to see what she could find out.
Standing in an alleyway she watched the front entrance for a way to get in and find out the location of the box.
Just then her luck changed.
Out the door walked the officer from the front door of the building.
She watched him get into a car and drive off.
She ran along behind him for about two miles where he pulled into the parking lot of a diner.
Ten minutes later she walked in.
Scanning the room she saw him sitting along the windows, so she sat two tables in front of him but in full view if he looked in her direction.
It didn’t take long for him to notice her and walk to her table and ask her to join him.
She told him that she didn’t want to get him into trouble him being on duty and all.
He explained that his shift just ended and was just grabbing breakfast before he went home to bed.
They sat there talking while he ate and she drank coffee.
She said she wasn’t hungry for food.
He had the feeling that he wasn’t going to be going home alone and he was right.
He offered her a ride to her place but she suggested him showing her his place and maybe his bed instead.
The door hadn’t been locked yet when her dress slid to the floor and what he saw when he turned was what he wanted since seeing her at the building.
She walked up to him and tore open his shirt and slid her tongue up his chest and bit into his shoulder,
He picked her up to take her to the bedroom and notice she was heavier than she looked that she would be.
Mauling each other all the way to the bed he dropped her there and undressed.
\He got on her but she quickly rolled him on his back and mounted him before he could even react to her sudden move.
She dug her nails into his side sending the pain and pleasure surging through his veins.
Reaching between her legs she guided him in and started riding him.
There was a scent in the room that made him more excited than he has ever been.
Her pussy had a strangle hold on him and she rode him with a steady rhythm one she was so used to.
He was in a place he had not been before.
Never had he felt such ecstasy.
It was like she was in his head making him feel like he never has before.
She got out of bed while he lay unconscious in the bed.
Such a weak mind this one had but ….. She reached over and took his still hard cock in her hand and her snake like tongue wrapped around the head once more.
He was good, she will be back for the rest of him when she found the box but the police had not found the box.
So where was it?
She needed the box every month to replenish her energy and because of her haste she didn’t get to replenish herself and she only had three more days to get it back.
The doctor came at nine in the morning to look at her.
The tests they ran came back good.
Besides a bruise on her head and some cuts and scraps, she was in excellent shape and would be released a little later in the morning.
This made her happy but what about the reporter, he didn’t know how to reach her and she wanted him to reach her.
The nurse came in an hour later with her release papers and an orderly with a wheel chair.
It was policy that they wheel you to the door when being discharged.
She got dressed and collected her things from the locker.
They went downstairs, the nurse held the door open to let a woman in and Betty out.
She thanked everyone outside and walked to the curb to get a taxi but the reporter walked up to her as she was flagging one down and offered to give her a ride if she would like.
If the police didn’t have the box and it wasn’t in the room, it meant that someone else had it.
The woman that came in must have it.
According to the policeman she was in the hospital.
She headed off across town to the hospital to find her.
When she got there she walked into the woman’s change room and found a uniform to wear.
When she walked out people, who saw her stopped to look at the tall black woman with the long long legs,
She walked down the hallway towards the nurse’s station only pausing for a moment to smile at a little boy.
Twenty more years and she will be coming back to see him again.
She has walked the Earth for thousands of years living off man’s desires.
Thousands of men have given their souls for her survival either willingly or …..
The box contained the means of her life, her very existence, depended on her getting what is in the box back.
The nurse’s station was empty when she got to it.
The name she got from his mind was Betty Smith, discharged.
She was to late, again.
The next day Betty woke up feeling a lot better after sleeping at home.
She showered and lay on the couch watching TV.
She took the week off of work and wasn’t going to do anything but watch TV and see Brad.
Brad was that reporter that was taking her out to dinner tonight.
Yesterday before he brought her home they stopped for some coffee and she had a muffin.
They had a fun time and after when he brought her home he asked her out for dinner and she accepted.
It has been a long time since she went out on a date and there had to be something good to come out of this nightmare.
There was only five in the phone book when she started looking for Betty.
The first two were old women, the one in the apartment was younger she recalled.
She was on her way to the third one now.
These two were close together so she figured it would be quicker and if it wasn’t one of them then she knew it had to be the last one.
They had a great time at dinner.
Brad was so easy to talk to.
He was always listening and understanding.
We sat there talking for two hours after dinner having a couple of drinks before we decided to go some place for a coffee.
Another hour was spent laughing and having fun at the coffee shop around the corner from her house.
He took her home and walked her to the door.
She asked him if he would like to come in and he accepted.
They went to her apartment and when she stepped in, she stumbled over her backpack.
If not for his fast reflexes she would have fell to the floor but…..if she had known how nice it was to be held like this by him, she would have done it sooner.
While he closed the door she picked up the stuff that had spilled out onto the floor.
Now what is this?
She picked up this brown box that had fallen out of her pack.
She had never seen the box before and wasn’t hers.
Brad came into the room and was now standing in front of her.
He asked her what was in the box?
She was now shaking a little.
Lifting the clasp holding it shut she slowly opened the box and peeked inside.
Opening it a little more, then wide open.
Placing the box on the table she took out a gold goblet.
It was covered with symbols of bulls, rams and other creatures, demons.
She got a chill and dropped the goblet but again Brat’s fast reflexes caught it before it hit the floor.
He held it his hands and stared at it like he was drawn by it.
Betty reached over and took it back then placed it in the box and closed the lid.
Brad smiled at her and walked around the living room looking at the place.
Betty was showing him some of the picture she had out and around then they sat on the couch to talk.
One thing led to another and they were locked in each other’s arms kissing and groping.
She was so drawn to him and she couldn’t explain why.
It had been so long, that must be it.
He opened her blouse exposing her full breasts.
Taking then in his hands he kissed and sucked on each of them one after the other.
Her heart was pounding in her chest she was so turned on by what he was doing to her.
His hands slid down her body to her skirt and sliding that down her legs while still sucking on one of her hard nipples.
His lips traveled down across her belly to her pussy where he nudged it with his nose before his face into her panties getting a good smell of her.
He started eating her through the panties, chewing around where her clit was and getting obviously easier to find.
Lifting both her legs straight up, he slid off her panties and tossed them aside.
He then went back to the task at hand but without any obstructions now.
He had her so heated up she was moaning out of control with her legs moving about.
He stood up and stepped out of his pants.
She looked at him and he had a huge cock.
She was hesitant when he knelt between her legs but he smiled at he and she felt calm.
He slowing entered her and she tensed up to his thickness but he just pushed in farther.
Her nails were now digging into his arms with the pressure and pain she was now feeling but she still wanted more.
He now looked deep into her eyes and she just relaxed and he pushed all the way in and she felt nothing any more, just extreme pleasure but somewhere deep deep in her head she was in agony.
He was now pounding into her mercilessly.
This was the last address on her list.
She climbed up the wall to the balcony and looked in.
She could see two people fucking on the couch.
This made her hungry.
Then she saw it, it was sitting on the table.
Slowly sliding the balcony door opened trying not to attract attention but a gust of wind blew the curtains into he room getting the attention of the male.
She stepped into the room ready to kill for her chalice.
Betty’s eyes widened with her recognition of the demon she saw just days earlier.
Brad looked up at the demon and greeted his sister with a smile and then looked down upon Betty and started changing into his true self.
Betty could see the changes happening as well as feel them now as he filled her more and more.
She wanted to scream but couldn’t.
He was in her head and controlled her completely now.
Her heart started pounding faster and faster as the demon drove into her.
His sister walked to the box and took out the goblet and held it before her and it started to glow and the glow left the goblet and entered her body, energizing her.
This is what kept her young and alive all these years.
When Marks essence had completely entered her, the goblet went dark once more.
She touched herself all over feeling the new life pumping through her veins.
She walked over to where her brother was feeding and place the goblet next to Betty on the floor and stepped back.
With every deep thrust now the goblet got brighter and Betty’s eyes got dimmer but her heart pounded faster and faster until she couldn’t hold it in any more and she came with a loud shrilling screams.
Her body started to shudder as she came and came.
Brad fell off the couch grasping his head.
Betty’s scream pierced his head.
His sister was writhing on the ground in obvious pain.
Betty’s arm fell off the couch and landed on the goblet.
The bright glow started traveling up her arm and all over her body and then the goblet went dull again.
She felt alive again she rolled off the couch, grabbed the goblet and ran out the door.
She looked back at the elevator she saw Brad stumble out of the apartment.
The elevator door opened and she jumped in, getting out at the ground floor she ran out into the night and across the street to the park.
She didn’t know how long she had been running for but she stopped for a rest and to listen.
She didn’t know where she was she was lost.
She stayed where so was for about fifteen minutes and not hearing anything she ran off across the park to where she though the street was.
Past the bushes at the other end she came to an ally that was lit up by a barrel with garbage burning inside it.
As she got closer, Brad called from behind her.
She turned to face him.
His sister was now coming from her left side.
He told her that if she gave then the goblet they would go away and leave her alone.
Betty looked down at the goblet.
At this moment it was the only reason she was alive and if she gave it to them they would kill her like the tried to do once already.
They killed Mark.
Brad moved in closer, as did his sister.
Betty stepped back to the barrel.
Brad once again urged her to give them that goblet but Betty tightened her grip on it instead.
That’s when his sister darted out to grab it and Betty swung away and dropped in into the barrel.
Aloud scream pierced the night as Brads sister wailed like she had been stabbed through the heart.
Betty stepped away from the barrel as it started to burn hotter with the goblet in it.
Brad started to catch fire, as did his sister, she screamed the whole time and then as sudden as it started it was over with a loud flash.
Betty stood there between two piles of ashes which were once Brad and that ugly sister.
It seems as the goblet gave them life, it was the only thing that could kill them.
She was a Succubus and her brother Brad was an Incubus the male version.
Betty staggered out of the alley to the street finally free of all her problems.
She spotted a police car and ran out to get his attention but was killed instantly by a bus.
Life’s a bitch
What was in the box was a goblet I got from an antique dealer that says it's from the 16th century.
The paper work for it does.
It is supposed to have been used for drinking the blood of an enemy.
Is it true, I don't know but I washed the damn this just in case it was.
It's made of silver with gold plate and it's decorated with demons all around it.
Boo.
HAPPY SAFE HALLOWEEN !!!!!!!!!!
Walker
In the space of a day her whole life was turned upside down.
Mark supposedly aged 60 years in a week and was murdered by some ugly woman that escaped by jumping out a tenth floor window.
She listened to herself repeat that a couple of times and if she didn’t know better she would think she was insane and lock herself up.
Just then there was a knock on the door and a man walked in.
He was in his thirties about six feet tall with blonde hair and bluest of blue eyes.
When he smiled the room lit up.
He asked if it was ok if he could ask her a couple of questions.
She told him that she had told the police all she knew a hundred times already.
He told her that he was a reporter and wasn’t with the police.
She didn’t know what to do now.
No one told her to keep quiet so how bad would it be if she told the press.
Besides, he was kinda cute.
She sat there and told him the whole story just as she had told the police in the last two days.
He sat there silently looking at her.
She told him that he probably thought she was crazy, but that’s how it actually happened.
He told her that he believed what she said and that he was just thinking about what he had heard a couple of months earlier.
It seems that they found another man dead that looked like he was in his nineties but was actually in his late twenties.
He thought it may be a virus.
She told him it didn’t explain the ugly woman creature that was fucking him.
He conceded that point but they couldn’t rule out the virus for making the victim age rapidly and the woman was probably some homeless person that snuck in and took advantage of a sick man.
His explanation sounded good and would have convinced her any other time but for the fact that said homeless person disappeared out of a tenth floor window.
He sat there for a couple of hours and they got to know each other a little better personally.
When he was leaving he said he would stop by and see her again the next day then left.
She now lay back in the bed and had something else to think about besides that night.
Not finding the box in the room she decided to go to the police station to see what she could find out.
Standing in an alleyway she watched the front entrance for a way to get in and find out the location of the box.
Just then her luck changed.
Out the door walked the officer from the front door of the building.
She watched him get into a car and drive off.
She ran along behind him for about two miles where he pulled into the parking lot of a diner.
Ten minutes later she walked in.
Scanning the room she saw him sitting along the windows, so she sat two tables in front of him but in full view if he looked in her direction.
It didn’t take long for him to notice her and walk to her table and ask her to join him.
She told him that she didn’t want to get him into trouble him being on duty and all.
He explained that his shift just ended and was just grabbing breakfast before he went home to bed.
They sat there talking while he ate and she drank coffee.
She said she wasn’t hungry for food.
He had the feeling that he wasn’t going to be going home alone and he was right.
He offered her a ride to her place but she suggested him showing her his place and maybe his bed instead.
The door hadn’t been locked yet when her dress slid to the floor and what he saw when he turned was what he wanted since seeing her at the building.
She walked up to him and tore open his shirt and slid her tongue up his chest and bit into his shoulder,
He picked her up to take her to the bedroom and notice she was heavier than she looked that she would be.
Mauling each other all the way to the bed he dropped her there and undressed.
\He got on her but she quickly rolled him on his back and mounted him before he could even react to her sudden move.
She dug her nails into his side sending the pain and pleasure surging through his veins.
Reaching between her legs she guided him in and started riding him.
There was a scent in the room that made him more excited than he has ever been.
Her pussy had a strangle hold on him and she rode him with a steady rhythm one she was so used to.
He was in a place he had not been before.
Never had he felt such ecstasy.
It was like she was in his head making him feel like he never has before.
She got out of bed while he lay unconscious in the bed.
Such a weak mind this one had but ….. She reached over and took his still hard cock in her hand and her snake like tongue wrapped around the head once more.
He was good, she will be back for the rest of him when she found the box but the police had not found the box.
So where was it?
She needed the box every month to replenish her energy and because of her haste she didn’t get to replenish herself and she only had three more days to get it back.
The doctor came at nine in the morning to look at her.
The tests they ran came back good.
Besides a bruise on her head and some cuts and scraps, she was in excellent shape and would be released a little later in the morning.
This made her happy but what about the reporter, he didn’t know how to reach her and she wanted him to reach her.
The nurse came in an hour later with her release papers and an orderly with a wheel chair.
It was policy that they wheel you to the door when being discharged.
She got dressed and collected her things from the locker.
They went downstairs, the nurse held the door open to let a woman in and Betty out.
She thanked everyone outside and walked to the curb to get a taxi but the reporter walked up to her as she was flagging one down and offered to give her a ride if she would like.
If the police didn’t have the box and it wasn’t in the room, it meant that someone else had it.
The woman that came in must have it.
According to the policeman she was in the hospital.
She headed off across town to the hospital to find her.
When she got there she walked into the woman’s change room and found a uniform to wear.
When she walked out people, who saw her stopped to look at the tall black woman with the long long legs,
She walked down the hallway towards the nurse’s station only pausing for a moment to smile at a little boy.
Twenty more years and she will be coming back to see him again.
She has walked the Earth for thousands of years living off man’s desires.
Thousands of men have given their souls for her survival either willingly or …..
The box contained the means of her life, her very existence, depended on her getting what is in the box back.
The nurse’s station was empty when she got to it.
The name she got from his mind was Betty Smith, discharged.
She was to late, again.
The next day Betty woke up feeling a lot better after sleeping at home.
She showered and lay on the couch watching TV.
She took the week off of work and wasn’t going to do anything but watch TV and see Brad.
Brad was that reporter that was taking her out to dinner tonight.
Yesterday before he brought her home they stopped for some coffee and she had a muffin.
They had a fun time and after when he brought her home he asked her out for dinner and she accepted.
It has been a long time since she went out on a date and there had to be something good to come out of this nightmare.
There was only five in the phone book when she started looking for Betty.
The first two were old women, the one in the apartment was younger she recalled.
She was on her way to the third one now.
These two were close together so she figured it would be quicker and if it wasn’t one of them then she knew it had to be the last one.
They had a great time at dinner.
Brad was so easy to talk to.
He was always listening and understanding.
We sat there talking for two hours after dinner having a couple of drinks before we decided to go some place for a coffee.
Another hour was spent laughing and having fun at the coffee shop around the corner from her house.
He took her home and walked her to the door.
She asked him if he would like to come in and he accepted.
They went to her apartment and when she stepped in, she stumbled over her backpack.
If not for his fast reflexes she would have fell to the floor but…..if she had known how nice it was to be held like this by him, she would have done it sooner.
While he closed the door she picked up the stuff that had spilled out onto the floor.
Now what is this?
She picked up this brown box that had fallen out of her pack.
She had never seen the box before and wasn’t hers.
Brad came into the room and was now standing in front of her.
He asked her what was in the box?
She was now shaking a little.
Lifting the clasp holding it shut she slowly opened the box and peeked inside.
Opening it a little more, then wide open.
Placing the box on the table she took out a gold goblet.
It was covered with symbols of bulls, rams and other creatures, demons.
She got a chill and dropped the goblet but again Brat’s fast reflexes caught it before it hit the floor.
He held it his hands and stared at it like he was drawn by it.
Betty reached over and took it back then placed it in the box and closed the lid.
Brad smiled at her and walked around the living room looking at the place.
Betty was showing him some of the picture she had out and around then they sat on the couch to talk.
One thing led to another and they were locked in each other’s arms kissing and groping.
She was so drawn to him and she couldn’t explain why.
It had been so long, that must be it.
He opened her blouse exposing her full breasts.
Taking then in his hands he kissed and sucked on each of them one after the other.
Her heart was pounding in her chest she was so turned on by what he was doing to her.
His hands slid down her body to her skirt and sliding that down her legs while still sucking on one of her hard nipples.
His lips traveled down across her belly to her pussy where he nudged it with his nose before his face into her panties getting a good smell of her.
He started eating her through the panties, chewing around where her clit was and getting obviously easier to find.
Lifting both her legs straight up, he slid off her panties and tossed them aside.
He then went back to the task at hand but without any obstructions now.
He had her so heated up she was moaning out of control with her legs moving about.
He stood up and stepped out of his pants.
She looked at him and he had a huge cock.
She was hesitant when he knelt between her legs but he smiled at he and she felt calm.
He slowing entered her and she tensed up to his thickness but he just pushed in farther.
Her nails were now digging into his arms with the pressure and pain she was now feeling but she still wanted more.
He now looked deep into her eyes and she just relaxed and he pushed all the way in and she felt nothing any more, just extreme pleasure but somewhere deep deep in her head she was in agony.
He was now pounding into her mercilessly.
This was the last address on her list.
She climbed up the wall to the balcony and looked in.
She could see two people fucking on the couch.
This made her hungry.
Then she saw it, it was sitting on the table.
Slowly sliding the balcony door opened trying not to attract attention but a gust of wind blew the curtains into he room getting the attention of the male.
She stepped into the room ready to kill for her chalice.
Betty’s eyes widened with her recognition of the demon she saw just days earlier.
Brad looked up at the demon and greeted his sister with a smile and then looked down upon Betty and started changing into his true self.
Betty could see the changes happening as well as feel them now as he filled her more and more.
She wanted to scream but couldn’t.
He was in her head and controlled her completely now.
Her heart started pounding faster and faster as the demon drove into her.
His sister walked to the box and took out the goblet and held it before her and it started to glow and the glow left the goblet and entered her body, energizing her.
This is what kept her young and alive all these years.
When Marks essence had completely entered her, the goblet went dark once more.
She touched herself all over feeling the new life pumping through her veins.
She walked over to where her brother was feeding and place the goblet next to Betty on the floor and stepped back.
With every deep thrust now the goblet got brighter and Betty’s eyes got dimmer but her heart pounded faster and faster until she couldn’t hold it in any more and she came with a loud shrilling screams.
Her body started to shudder as she came and came.
Brad fell off the couch grasping his head.
Betty’s scream pierced his head.
His sister was writhing on the ground in obvious pain.
Betty’s arm fell off the couch and landed on the goblet.
The bright glow started traveling up her arm and all over her body and then the goblet went dull again.
She felt alive again she rolled off the couch, grabbed the goblet and ran out the door.
She looked back at the elevator she saw Brad stumble out of the apartment.
The elevator door opened and she jumped in, getting out at the ground floor she ran out into the night and across the street to the park.
She didn’t know how long she had been running for but she stopped for a rest and to listen.
She didn’t know where she was she was lost.
She stayed where so was for about fifteen minutes and not hearing anything she ran off across the park to where she though the street was.
Past the bushes at the other end she came to an ally that was lit up by a barrel with garbage burning inside it.
As she got closer, Brad called from behind her.
She turned to face him.
His sister was now coming from her left side.
He told her that if she gave then the goblet they would go away and leave her alone.
Betty looked down at the goblet.
At this moment it was the only reason she was alive and if she gave it to them they would kill her like the tried to do once already.
They killed Mark.
Brad moved in closer, as did his sister.
Betty stepped back to the barrel.
Brad once again urged her to give them that goblet but Betty tightened her grip on it instead.
That’s when his sister darted out to grab it and Betty swung away and dropped in into the barrel.
Aloud scream pierced the night as Brads sister wailed like she had been stabbed through the heart.
Betty stepped away from the barrel as it started to burn hotter with the goblet in it.
Brad started to catch fire, as did his sister, she screamed the whole time and then as sudden as it started it was over with a loud flash.
Betty stood there between two piles of ashes which were once Brad and that ugly sister.
It seems as the goblet gave them life, it was the only thing that could kill them.
She was a Succubus and her brother Brad was an Incubus the male version.
Betty staggered out of the alley to the street finally free of all her problems.
She spotted a police car and ran out to get his attention but was killed instantly by a bus.
Life’s a bitch
What was in the box was a goblet I got from an antique dealer that says it's from the 16th century.
The paper work for it does.
It is supposed to have been used for drinking the blood of an enemy.
Is it true, I don't know but I washed the damn this just in case it was.
It's made of silver with gold plate and it's decorated with demons all around it.
Boo.
HAPPY SAFE HALLOWEEN !!!!!!!!!!
Walker