Treasure: a Vampire Novella | The Empty World Sequence

Five - Treasure's Tale Part 2

Being no longer a child to them, I began spending time with them more socially. There were parties held I had never been invited to before, that I had never known about before. There were bonfires on the beach before dawn. There were dances to learn and I was taught by Morpheus and Absinthe while Orchid watched. And there were nights and days when the whole lot of us lay tangled on a bed, or a couch, or a beach blanket, doing almost nothing.

Those years were some of the best but they were some of the worst as far as my relationship to Orchid. I needed a father more than before, and more than ever he did not want to be one. He wanted to be my friend. The worst thing was also the best, and it came between Orchid and me: Absinthe.

She became my lover. I know it made Orchid envy her. It was not so much a desire for me and it was not that he wanted to be what she was, but he somehow resented that she was the one with breasts and curves and also the one I was nearly obsessed with. Orchid was a Vampyre, he could get inside my head, he knew every temptation, every stray thought and it was the fantasies more than anything that bothered him.

She was a very alluring female. She danced around the Villa in loose gauzy green dresses. She had wild amber or green hair depending on her mood and skin to match. Her eyes were an unearthly green, always seemingly on fire, and the lashes were incredibly long and fair. She was a Faerie, a sylph. And she was mine. How can I even explain what those years meant to me? Compared to them I was so plain, and yet I belonged!

Like most all her family, Absinthe was related to the brother angels Dream and Sleep, Opium always used the American names, instead of the old -el names. Absinthe was as beautiful as her half-sister Opium. I have never seen a true Angel, but they must be indescribably beautiful, to create these halfbreed children. I mean, I sometimes thought looking at them to be like a hallucination, Absinthe even more than the others. She whispered strange stories to me. She said that some said that in heaven there were two or more female angels for every man who earned his way there, for his pleasure. She went on at times about ancient temples and the well trained and religiously devoted prostitutes that worked there. She told the wildest stories about her father's Dominion, and the place within it they called Fantasie where she lived. When she was there, she said, she pleasured so many dreamers. The hallucinations she took part in were maddening even to my ears, she, The Green Faerie, dancing for those on a trip through her land.

When in my bed, it seemed the more I felt the more she felt. The more excited I got the more excited she got. She would never stand to lay under me, and I never really wanted her to. It was more than I could hope for to have her moving down on me. And the more excited she got the warmer her skin grew and the greener. She would climax with this brilliant flush of emerald and then shimmer back to amber slowly, sometimes her wings would sprout when she was terribly excited. I had seen this happen to Morpheus before, it happens to them when they are emotional or defensive. They were magic, like butterfly wings transparent and green and sometimes a webbing of green tendrils.

I was so drunken with her, so intoxicated. Even when she wasn't right in my bed I had such crazy dreams of her. I woke in the night and made art works of her.

She taught me about everything I could want to know about sex. She spent the most patient hours trying to teach me to know and do what a woman wants. This always amused Morpheus highly and always made Orchid look sick.