Turning to Darkness P-2 SeXStoRY

Turning to Darkness Part 2 This is fiction ( the start of a Vampire story ) It had been about a year since the last time Rachel had dreamed about the Shadow Prince. When she was very small she use to think he was real, but later realized he must be a figment of her own imagination. However he was not like other imaginary friends, he was more like a phantom uncle. Every so often he would come to town, pay a few social calls then be off again on some mysterious adventure. Each visit followed a similar pattern, the Shadow Prince would dance with Rachel’s mother then when mom was tired, he would put her to bed and spend some time with Rachel. With out ever thinking about it, Rachel had been convinced that with her mother gone, the Shadow Prince would pay no more visits, so she was very surprised to see him in her dreams one night. “Your room smells of fear little princess, what troubles you?” he asked. Rachel babbled out the entire story of her life over the past few months, all the things she wanted to say to someone but had kept hidden. She sobbed as she explained how her father rapped her, taken her virginity and now used her for sex almost every day. It was no longer painful, but each time seemed every bit as humiliating. The Shadow Prince stood tall and motionless as she talked, his face always hidden, yet she somehow knew he was paying attention. When she was finally done the telling of her abuse at the hands of her father, the Shadow Prince turned his gaze from her to the bedroom door, as if looking beyond it into the rest f the house. “Two questions you must answer: What do you want? How can you get it?” He said seriously. “If you fail, you will be nothing but a pathetic pawn, a sex toy for your father. He will use you and eventually star sharing your body with his friends. Your escape from him, when he is tired of you, will be some guy who is just as abusive.” The Prince spelled out all Rachel’s worst fears. Rachel squeezed her hands into fists digging her nails hard into her palms. “That’s all you have to say? Don’t you care? Don’t you feel sorry for me?” Somehow she thought that the Prince would have sympathy for her, kind words and caring maybe a warm hug. But what she got was most alarming. In a flash he was on top of her, one hand holding her chin in an iron grip. For the first time ever she could see his face clearly, his eyes endlessly dark, his smile frightening. “I do care about you; otherwise I would not bother to come here at all.” He said slowly with total honesty. “If you show some brains and courage, then I will help you. I believe you may be special, but you have to prove to me that you are worth my attention.” “You’re not just a dream are you?” she asked as he let go of her. “Think about what you want and what you are willing to do to get it. I will return in one week for your answers.” He said as he drew a line down her neck and between her young breasts with one fingernail. Then he stood up and walked to the window, his long coat blowing in the breeze. A sl**py haze overcame Rachel as she watched the Shadow Prince step out into the night. The next day Rachel took her best friend Tammy aside at lunch to tell her about the dream. She glossed over the parts about her father, simply saying that things at home had been getting unbearable since her mom died. Tammy was a goth girl; black hair, black clothes, arcane symbols on her jewelry, and had a reputation for being fascinated by all things occult. By comparison, Rachel seemed normal, although she tended towards a tough look when it came to her style. As Rachel talked Tammy grew more excited, which was a departure from her normal emotionless attitude. “It really sounds like you met our town’s vampire.” She exclaimed. “What do you mean - our town’s vampire?” Rachel asked. Tammy looked around then leaned closer across the table. “There are lots of stories about vampires; most of it is all Hollywood shit. To learn anything real about them, you have to read old books and put the pieces together from reports of strange happenings. This town has a strong urban legend about a ‘shadow prince’ some accounts say he is a nice guy others make him seem a bl**d thirsty monster, but all have a few points in common when you take a good look at them. And that’s just the point, no one ever gets a good look at his face, it’s always shadows or just a foggy memory.” She pointed her finger at her friend “I wish I could have been there.” Rachel shook her head “Thanks a lot, I was sort of thinking that I might be going crazy having a dream that seemed so life like. I feel much better knowing that it’s a vampire coming into my room to talk with me. But hay, I never invited him in, so how could he…” “Does your dad own the house? I mean is it paid for and all?” Tammy asked. “Huu no I don’t think so.” Rachel answered in some confusion. “That ‘can not enter with out permission’ stuff only works if the owner of the house is living there. If you are paying rent or a mortgage you aren’t really the owner, so it’s like a loop hole.” Tammy looked very smug with her know it all expression. Normally Rachel didn’t care, it was just trivia, but now this occult stuff and vampire lore seemed meaningful. “We have to talk more about this after school.” She said as the bell rang.