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  I don't remember what year it was, actually I don't think we even used the same calendar as you. I remember my father would watch the stars and moon to determine when it was time to plant the crops. We lived on a small farm by a grassy hill, a creek, and a forest. My brothers were hunters, my mother cooked, made clothes, along with my two older sisters. We had some sheep, geese, and two horses. We weren't a big farm, mainly grew potatoes, wheat, and barley. Once a month my oldest brother would take the horse into town to get supplies, sometimes my older sister would accompany him; rarely my mother and father would go into town. I never did. I remember however when I was just becoming a woman that my father wanted me to meet our neighbor, a farm some distance down the road further from town. I had never met this man before, and he and my father spoke and the man gave my father a sheepskin full of coins and packed up two pigs and a goat into the wagon. My father told me to listen to that man, do whatever he told me, and he'd be back on the morrow. I was confused as the man gave me a look I didn't like and told me to make him dinner.

   I didn't know what to do, I thought maybe the man couldn't take care of himself, so I did what he said, I maybe a porridge of meat and vegatables. He liked it I guess, but that doesn't matter. When it was done he told me to take my clothes off and be ready for him in his bedroom. When I refused he got angry, I told him no, and he yelled, threatened me, and reached for a large stick. I ran out of the house, barely managing to escape his grasp as he ran after me. I don't know how I managed to out pace him, but I ran down the street. However as I felt I was running out of breath I heard him shouting behind me, carrying a lantern as it was getting dark. I feared for my life and knew I had to hide from him, so I ran from the road into the forest, trees ripped at my clothes and my skin. I could still hear him out by the road. I hadn't gone very far, eventually his voice faded and I sobbed as I realized what had happened.

   Around the farm I didn't do anything other than help my mother and sisters cook, they didn't need me. I as a woman wasn't allowed to help with the animals, I remember my older sister saying I could help her work in town but my dad refused it. I didn't know what my sister did in town, but my father would often look at me with a strange sort of look, like he didn't like me. I got this look especially while we were eating, while he was talking about how everyone had to do their part for the farm and the family. I don't know if he sold me to the neighbor as a wife, or had whored me out for livestock; the former seems more likely given the pigs and goat. But I couldn't return to that man. It was then that I heard kurling coming from deeper in the woods, I was cold, wet, and cut up by the branches; I thought maybe there was another farm on the other side of the forest, and a girl was out calling her cows to come home; or had lost one and was looking for it.

   I came not to a farm but to a clearing where strangely well dressed woman in black dress and red blouse with fiery red hair was standing calling into the woods. She had this gorgeous blue eyes and deep red lips. I remember standing there at the edge of the clearing just looking at her tiny cottage. She smiles and calls me over. I walked to her and she asked me what happened to me in such a soothing voice. I broke down crying, telling her everything, despite not knowing who this woman was. She invited me to have dinner with her. She fed me, gave me new clean clothes, made of such soft white material, and we spoke at the table. I don't know what I was eating it; the bread was so sweet, the meat so juicy, and the drink sparkled. She ran me a bath of water that was warm without a fire. There was only one room and one bed, a very large bed. But there were no windows as this room was down in a cellar. She told me I could stay for as long as I wanted, but she would put me to work.

   I stayed, I couldn't return to that man, nor to my family after running away from that man. Work was little more than picking berries. There was a path not far from her cottage, the rule was I had to stay on that path and only pick the berries that hung over it, she told me the forest was full of fairies and those were their berries, but the path was hers, so any berries hanging over the path were hers as well. I didn't question that, and I knew something was wrong with the forest as it didn't look like the forest I ran through, the trees were strange in a way I couldn't describe, but now I can; they looked...animated, flat, and off colored, strangely still like a television screen; something I don't believe existed yet and wouldn't see for ages later. My other duties included bringing hay from a shack that never seemed to run low to a single animal that was not a deer or a cow but something big as a horse with a face like a cow, body of a deer, and horns like a bull. I also learned to milk this animal and tend the garden whose vegetables grew too quickly and were strange shapes and colors, even the potatoes were purple and had vines with large plump meat tasting fruits on them. Once every so often as I had no indication of weeks or months, another woman would come to visit; a very tall woman who wore brown dresses with a little cape and showl with incredibly long black hair that reached her legs. She and the mistress would speak together and then retire to the bedroom. I knew from the sounds they were making love. I never saw the woman leave, although she always arrived at the front door, she brought a present of breads and jams when she would arrive.

   The mistress I am certain I should have mentioned already, would sleep through the entire day, I mainly lived alone taking care of the cottage until night fell. She light up the many smokeless candles and we'd talk, have dinner. Every other night however she'd leave, not always down the path but sometimes through the forest, her clothes and hair never catching any branches. I didn't question this. I stayed there, and when she returned she'd usually have a basket full of meats and jars full of milk and other assorted drinks. In time we grew closer, I mean we slept in the same bed; sort of. A few short hours into night I'd go to bed. I would sometimes wake up hearing her come home if she came home early; on the nights she stayed home we'd sometimes go to bed at the same time. She seemed to mostly sleep. It happened one day after I had bathed, the mistress asked me I found her attractive. I did, I loved her, and I did wander what she and the visitor did together. She offered to show me and took me to her bed. What she did to me, I never felt anything like it before. My entire body was wrapped in bliss. When it was over she held me tight and kissed me deeply, I fell asleep right there. When I woke up I knew some time had passed as she was sleeping and up above was daylight already. I went about my chores, but was tired through the whole day; only feeling a little better while inside. When night fell she told me I shouldn't worry about the chores, her usual assistant will be back from their long trip soon to do them and I should rest. I was confused, and realized, I had been there for many days and nights, and it had been nearly time to harvest when I fled from the man; yet the air never grew crisper, and there were always fruits and vegetables around. I was very tired that night and she led me back downstairs and laid me in bed telling me to get a full day's rest.

   When next I awoke it was to the sound of love making beside me, the visitor and the mistress were there, naked, making love to one another. Seeing me watching them; they exchanged one glance, their eyes seemingly talking to each other and the mistress asked me if I'd like to join them. I of course said yes; and together they pounced on me. I became the focus of their attentions, it was like they were competing with whomever could cover me the most with their own saliva and bodies as they kissed and licked every part of me; coming to a head as the Mistress sucked on my shoulder while the visitor sucked between my legs. I passed out, sort of. I was still, felt lifeless but aware as they continued to suck on me, and then made love ontop of me. They shortly after switched placed, the vistor kissed me and the mistress pressed her mouth over my nethers pressing her tongue deep inside me. The visitor was blowing hot air into my throat and lungs while the mistress felt like she was squirting a very hot liquid inside me that seemed to becming from the tip of her tongue somehow. My body grew hot just before I passed out.

  When I woke up again both of them were there still, I was pressed between them, squished as their arms embraced eachother, holding me tight. I felt a warmth moving between the three of us, like something of them was mixing with me. I was facing he mistress who opened her eyes, which were glowing now, she smiled and kissed me whispering for me to go back to sleep; I'd feel so much better when I woke up again.

   Next I woke I felt strange, I was warm, energized, I felt light, and even though there were no lights on I could see everything, granted as a sort of blue but otherwise colorless blur with sparks of light here and there like little green, red, and pink sparks. The visitor was standing and leaned over kissing me and then the mistress before walking to the wall and pressing a stone that opened a secret passage. I got up getting ready to do my chores, but the mistress reminded me I didn't need to do them anymore, but then told me I needed to avoid the sunlight as now it would make me tired and I could pass out in a field for anyone or anything to carry me off if I wasn't careful.

   I stayed with her, making love of course, till night came in short order. She took up stairs. I was shocked, the cottage...it was old, fallen apart, it looked like a fire had taken it. There was a storm raging outside, the rain blowing through the rotted beams. She saw my confusion and told me the season had passed, the cottage was now not there but somewhere else, that the cottage was now with their visitor and the one who had gone away on a long trip was over there taking care of it. This made no sense to me. As winds blew and the rain fell she held me tight and said that now was time for my first hunt, and if I still wanted to love her to...well...she told me a way to find her again that I won't repeat as it was for me only. I didn't understand even as she said something about birds pushing the baby's from the nest to fly. She let go and everything went dark, the rain stopped, the wind stopped, and; even the ruins of a cottage were gone. I was standing now bare foot, in a white gown in the middle of a snowy woods in the dead of night; no leaves upon any trees. Yet I didn't feel cold, I felt warm, but I also felt hungry, and I could see something. it was like a red glow in the distance and I somehow knew this glow meant food. I moved, silently, fast, never running out of breath, darting from tree to tree and leaping long distances over logs and undergrowth. I flew at some point, riding in the wind, moving as if climbing the undersides of branches and leaping from the sides of trees and rocks. It was fun. It felt like a dream at times, but real too.

   Following the red glow I came to the edge of the woods. Before me was a large fenced in field, a barn, despite so many changes the house looked familiar, it was the house of the neighbor. The red glow was coming from within, as I approached the red glow became many red glows, moving about. They took shape and I could see them through walls, even telling how many walls were between me and them; one was an old man in a rocking chair, an old woman in the kitchen, a young man and young woman, and three children just shy of their teenage years I'd say. There were lights inside, lanterns fixed to the cielings. Through the window I could see them more clearly, gathered around a gayly decorated tree they had brought inside for some reason, there were garlands around the house and wrapped boxes beneath the tree. They were celebrating something. The house was also larger, more rooms, perhaps even a different house built over the old one, but the shape was the same except for the additions, I might even guess they just kept fixing it with better materials in the same shape till this. It doesn't matter. The old man in the rocking chair, he looked familiar, the man, the neighbor.

   I moved, over the snow to the front. The road was now covered in a black material, there were no horses, instead their carriages were metal with large lanterns fixed to the fronts and canvas square tops. Althought I could see other blurs, yellow ones, in the barn which I knew to be horses. But for some reason I hadn't seen them till I thought to look for them. The red glows however were still there, pulling me to them. I walked to the door and knocked on it. Inside everyone stopped and the young man opened the door, he asked me what I was doing there, what I wanted, but stopped when the young woman said to look behind me. He looked. I was stood there silent as the man had a confused look about him, he was seeing the lack of footprints no doubt, how I was barefoot in the snow, wearing a thin material. I spoke, I remember what I said so clearly, "Who here bought a young girl from her father?"

   The old woman came from the kitchen and screamed, the old man in the rocking chair was turning pale white and yelled to close the door. When I looked up at the young man he screamed too and threw the door closed yelling he was calling the police. I didn't know what that meant, or how he'd do that. But there was yelling inside as I moved quickly from the front door around the house and stood back in the empty field watching the house, watching the red glows run about frantically. I knew the young man was looking out the front door again, the windows, shutting the curtains. I could hear the old man arguing with the old woman as the young couple gathered their three kids up to a central room, all of them confused. I saw the sun coming up so I fled back into the woods. I somehow moved inside of a rock and slept there.

   It was night again when I woke, I crept back to the edge of the woods. The children were gone, the young man was still there but not the young woman, the old woman was also gone, but not the old man. There were also three other men in the house. In short, old man, young man, three other men. I flew slowly and silently over the snow towards the house. The curtain were drawn, all the lights were on, and the front door now had a string of garlic and a large cross on it. It was something I had only seen before thanks to my older brother who would speak of the church in town. I moved around the house, close to the wall. I could hear them talking, one was a priest asking questions, the old man said there was a story about his grandfather who had bought a girl as a wife from a neighbor, but the girl ran from him and was never found. The towns people accused him of killing her but couldn't prove it. I remember that part more now than then, as I was so hungry. I waited as the priest walked around the house splashing water in the air, while the two other men hung crosses and iron nails. I didn't know what they thought they were doing. But I did feel that I couldn't just walk into the house for some reason. I waited in the field watching. One of them looked through the curtain and started to shout, the others came running. The priest looked out the window and shouted to me, asking who I was, I said the same thing to them, "Who here bought a young girl from her father?"

   I then by some reflex, or instinct I guess the word is now, made it so they couldn't see me, vanishing from their eyes. They were all screaming, the priest shouting his god's name or son of his god or something at the open air. Surprisingly they managed to keep at it for some time. Eventually the priest went outside, sprinkling wate in the air around the house and even walked out to the field, unaware I was standing so close to him as he sprinkled the water in the air where I had been standing before and the ground there. He looked at that spot of fround intensly and I managed to resist the urge to attack him as he went inside and spoke to the old man again, asking if there was anything special about that spot in the field; bringing up that story about the old man's grandfather. This made the old man angry, who insisted his grandfather was no murderer and no one was buried in the field.  The priest and the other two men left shortly after, the young man left too. I approached the house, their tree was still there but the boxes were missing. The old man after a little bit of time had passed walked out of the house in coat and boots and walked out to the field. He glared at the spot in the field where the priest had sprinkled the water.

   I couldn't resist any longer as I heard a loud thumping sound, I was hungry, I charged the man, lifting him from the ground and dragged him by the throat into the woods, I had to have smashed him through so many tree limbs as he was unconcious when I bit into him, I drank his blood till he was pale and cold. However where I had bitten showed no signs of teeth marks only a round spot like rotted flesh. Even as I stood there his body was decaying. I didn't dawn on me what I had done at first. I had plenty of time to have realized what I was doing, that I was hunting this man, even despite hearing he wasn't that man; but that, that man had, had children and grand children. I flew from that spot in the woods, following the road. I tried to find where my old house had been, but I am certain the spot was now just part of a field. No house remained there by the hills I recognized, even the creek was gone, its path changed.

   I continued on through the woods. I didn't age, I slept inside of rocks, trees, the ground, I felt the urge to feed at least once every three days; but anything would do. Birds, deer, I could even drain the life from trees. A dog that wouldn't stop barking. I kept going. I don't know what came of that house, if they ever found the man's body or anything else about that. I never went back. I did return to the mistress, using her special way, but she said I could not live there now, that I needed to make my own "lair" but I was free to visit her and spend a night, maybe make plans with the visitor. I never learned their names, I've forgotten my own. I found I could move between three places, the world of the living, the world of ghosts which is where I believe that storm was, and a fairy world where her cottage is. But the cottage was something shared between the mistress and the visitor, alternating years betweening having it as a lure. Something someone could stumble upon in the woods by passing through a fairy arch they made in the trees. I think that is what happened to me, but rather than eat me, she took me in, and made me like her. I did make a home for myself in the fairy world, I even made doors to it in the world of the living. It wasn't something fancy, not a lure to bring people in. But I had thought I'd find someone to keep me company. The mistress loved me, but, I feel her and the visitor were the real couple. I am a lover for them both, and I think perhaps, was nearly just a snack for them to share plumped up on fairy food to sweeten my blood; but the mistress liked me too much so made me like her. I sound like I am making excuses for her, it could have been a whim for all I know; or planned out from the beginning. It was both of them together that made me this after all.

   Of course my plan to find a lover, back fired, as here I am.



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   -Code Wonderland

    Blood of Night, Mortal Lights

     -State your name for the record miss.

     Rebecca Chambers, what is this about?

   -You know what this is about Miss Chambers, you killed four men; that we know of.

   They all deserved to die, a rapist, a murderer, a child molester, and another rapist.

  -We have a legal system to deal with this Miss Chambers.

   Yeah, one that is obviously failing; what do they get? A slap on the wrist, a judge throwing out the case because they're good boys, a few months in prison. They deserve to die they...

   -I'm going to cut you off right there Miss Chambers, let me ask, what would be your next step down when you can't find someone like that? How often do you need to feed? Once a week? Once a month? You are gambling that there are enough irredemibale assholes in this world you can find anywhere from 12 to 52 such people personally in a year? Your case isn't unique Miss Chambers. Let me guess you plan to hang out in different night clubs, play guardian angel to some girl leaving the club all alone just in case someone attacks her, maybe patrol the city like Batman. Life isn't a movie, a tv show, a cartoon, or even a comic book Miss Chambers despite the impossible being thrown in your face like this. I won't say there arn't plenty of people out there that don't deserve some vigilante justice, cull the irredemiable from our numbers. Problem is, you arn't some super psychic omniscient divine instrument that can detect these people anywhere in the world and magically teleport to them. You are a predator, that feeds on human beings. What do you plan to do when you can't find someone that fits your specific criteria. I'll tell you Miss Chambers, because we've seen it before; you'll negotiate with yourself, lower that criteria. Maybe you'll target someone going to their car tipsy, claiming he deserved to die because he was going to be a drunk driver putting other people's lives at risk by driving. Maybe you'll target that guy sexually harassing women at the bar because he's drunk thinking he must be a rapist and not stop at just being some asshole when he's drunk. A druge user? Drug dealers? Maybe hookers, homeless man drinking his stress away; we don't know what your moral compass is or where you'll point it when you star to get...thirsty.

  *She glares at the one way mirror and the speaker box above it.

  -Hit a sore spot did we? Its true, you'll move from place to place, town to town, city to city. Maybe go serial killer with news paper clippings; maybe find those too high profile once you realized people like us existed or something else was out there that might come after you for exposing their existence. You'd hit places, make yourself bait, perform some mental gymnastics and make yourself believe anyone you seduced was going to attack someone, or profile people; again, we've seen it before. Seen one of your kind hang around a truck stop on an old highway, went after any man over six feet tall with tatoos and a beard and would prop them up in their vehicles and drive it off a canyon curve. Never thought anyone would notice a pattern. Even had a guy in a city dressing like a fucking super hero, spandex and a mask, was going after pimps, drug dealers, drug users, started feeding on drunk homeless after only three months. So believe me when I say, we've seen it all, and no sob story, vigilante justice angle you can tell us is going to change that. You want out of this? and by this I mean being executed via the high power UV lights in that room and instead given a nice little room with fresh blood every week; then you tell us what we want to know.

   *after a few seconds she says, "Fine"

  -Okay Miss Chambers, what is your date of birth and location.

  August 20th, 1985, Touscan Arizona

  -How did you meet the creature that turned you? Do not spare any details.

   I was attending college last year,