At Dawn They Sleep

Angels and Demons at Play

HALLOWEEN

2008-Earlier that same evening, at the house of the guy Marozia had been texting with...

The boy was handsome, had a nice smile, blonde mullet, blue eyes, was tall, about six feet seven, athletic, and had a big healthy cock. He finally told Marozia his real name, 'Mitchell,' (other than 'power4wing1990')... He told her to 'take a shower' and to specifically clean her asshole because that's where he wanted to fuck her first.

"Have you ever had it in your butt?" Mitchell asked, rubbing body soap on her boobs. Marozia smiled and laughed. Her shyness turned him on. "This shower is so hot. Why is your skin so freakin' cold?" He looked at her, panicked. "You're not sick, are you? I can't get sick before tonight's game."

Marozia put her hands around his neck, got up on her tippy-toes, and kissed him. Then she began to squeeze. She hadn't had sex with a mortal for over forty years, and she would be dammed if Mitchell, the pimpled-faced rapist, and high school basketball star, would be the first to break that streak. Her leathery wings unfurled from the gill-like slits in her back. She floated with Mitchell in her grip until she had his neck against the chrome-steel shower nozzle, and then she pressed. He desperately tried to free himself from her by kicking and thrashing about, but it was useless. He punched her hard in the face and ended up breaking his hand on her jaw. It made her laugh. "That tickled."

Marozia pressed harder on his neck and head, causing the shower head to snap and water to spray wildly. She pushed even more until the shower arm pierced the back of his neck and protruded from his trachea. Mitchell was still alive, but he wouldn't be for long. It was hard to tell if he was crying, but Marozia was sure he was. His heart pumped blood through the opening of his throat and mixed with the shower water that Marozia steadily licked off his chest, neck, and body. His cock was still hard. "Blood still flows there," She said, amused.

Unfortunately, her meal was interrupted by the reappearance of the girlfriend cheerleader he'd been throat-fucking earlier. The foolish girl had forgotten her cell phone. Her reaction at first was anger that her overtly sexually aggressive boyfriend had already found another girl to fool around with, but that was only because the amount of steam in the bathroom and the frosted shower glass didn't reveal the full extent of the murderous scene playing out. "You fucking... jerk! We are officially broken up, Mitch!" she shouted, yanking off her promise ring and throwing it at the shower door as her boyfriend gurgled violently on his blood. Then her reaction switched to horror as she realized the gory nightmare unfolding before her.

The cheerleader immediately took off, whimpering and crying as she flew down the second-story steps of the stairwell. Marozia had to hand it to the girl's physical prowess in evading her initial attack, but the girl was no Buffy the Vampire Slayer. She made it to the foray, but that was it before Marozia was on her like a wild cougar, sinking her teeth into her neck. After tonight, she probably wouldn't have to feed again for another two months.

*

Exhaustion overtook them both, and they were now held captive by spectral machinations within the ever-shifting landscape of dreams....

Roland's Dream

The art deco and stainless steel diner had been abandoned for years; thick plywood boards covered the windows, and Chelsea junkies lounged on squalor steps out front of the once popular eatery built by Fodero Dining Car Company after the Second Great War had ended. Roland met the former bandmates of Tunnel Ratz on a bone-cold corner of Tenth Avenue and 22nd Street close to midnight. It was April of '74, and spring seemed like a no-show, as evidenced by the three-foot snow mounds covering the gutters and sidewalks.