Helena's Turning

Part 11

Helena did sleep, deeply and without dreams that she could remember. But she was woken by a burning sensation in her face. With a start she remembered who she was now, and simultaneously that her bedroom window faced east, and she had not drawn the curtains the night before! The morning sun rising was now pouring through her window and casting its rays upon her.

Desperately, Helena rolled away from the window, falling onto the floor in the shadow of her bed. She would have to brave the brightness and cross the room to close the curtains, before she could do anything else. She remembered Cabud had told her how long it took for the sun to burn a vampire fatally, something like 20 minutes, she thought. She had no idea how long it had taken her to be woken by the sun, or how badly she had already been harmed. But it did not feel that bad, yet: she should be able to make the short distance to the window and take the necessary action. She thanked her fortune that the curtains were heavy and thick, so that very little light would enter once they had been closed firmly. At least she would be safe once she had done it.

Taking a deep breath, she dashed through the dread light and frantically pulled the curtains together. Then she went to the light switch and turned it on before going to her mirror to examine what the sun had done to her. The effect was rather like a tan that had gone slightly too far. Already her skin was peeling in patches and the only thing she could do was try to brush it off and neaten herself up before she put on her sunscreen. She would survive none the worse for the experience, but it was a shocking reminder of just how much her life had changed in a few short days.

It was still fairly early in the year, before the Spring Equinox, so it was not too early to be awake and thinking about where she had to be. She had a lecture first thing in the morning, so she would make sue that she was well covered with the cream, and then dress sensibly for the day. The tiny waist that Cabud had forced on her dictated that she would have to find some way of using loose but fairly heavy clothes to disguise her freaky body shape.

The day passed without further alarm, although Helena found it hard to concentrate on her lessons with the memory of last night's horror in her mind, and the anticipation forming every so often of the revenge that would hopefully be hers. Between each lecture, she would go to the ladies' room and refresh her coating of sunscreen: after the rude reminder of her waking that morning, she was not going to take any chances.

Many people commented on her tan and wondered how she got it, but she was evasive and told nothing, until she arrived back home and was confronted by her housemates, who wanted to know what had happened to her all weekend: as her friends they had been worried for her, and also the rent was nearly due so that if she had done a runner they would have been left in some difficulty.

Coming up with a plausible story seemed impossible, but Helena thought that she could find a tale that was close to the truth and would be far more acceptable.

"I know this sounds like the sort of thing that only happens in the movies," she said, "But this rich aristocratic guy hit on me in the club on Friday – he talked in such a posh accent, I figured it had to be for real, and it was! I'm afraid I let the glamour of his offer go to my head, and I went home with him.

"Yes. Yes, we did actually: he had the most amazing black silk sheets on his bed – I could hardly believe it! But that's not all! He has a villa in Guernsey and insisted that I join him there for the weekend, and we could fly in his helicopter.

"I know, it was really quite stupid of me, he could have been a complete pervert or something, but I thought, 'What the heck, I'm never likely to get this kind of offer ever again, let's have a taste of real luxury!' Anyway, that's how I got my face all sunburned and everything. We got back just in time for him to give me a lift in his Mercedes to the Adam's so I could keep my job. It was exciting and fun, but I don't think I could do it again, and he wasn't really my type if the truth be told. I think he was just after a one-weekend-stand as well, to be honest. I doubt I'll ever see him again."

Ally (short for Allison, "Make sure it's with TWO 'L's!") and Bev, the two housemates, thought that Helena must have been making it up but they could not deny that she had found a way to get sunburn in cloudy Britain (and she had never ever been to a tanning salon to their knowledge either), and had been nowhere to be found for nearly four days. Eventually convinced by Helena's performance, they continued to probe for details about the entire weekend, from the layout of the villa to what it was like to ride in a helicopter, from the size of his swimming pool to the size (and what he did with it) of his dick. Helena was happy to embellish her story as much as was necessary, and only hoped that she could remember all the details in case the others asked her more about it another time. They might also be on the look out for this mysterious, rich and extremely well-endowed stranger: that was why Helena decided that it was definitely a one-off event, at least until she needed to cover for further time spent in Cabud's tender mercies.

Helena spent the rest of the week more or less as normal, although she missed her usual weekly sessions in the gym and in the swimming pool because she would never be able to explain away her corset (or why she had to keep it on), and certainly not the bizarre body shape that it gave her. She attended lectures as usual in the day, and at night she studied or went to the Adam's Finger to earn her wages. Although she looked for them she did not see Alpha and his gang again.

The weekend came, and she cried off going out with her friends, staying in to carry on her studies. She worried that Cabud might have found somebody else, some other Goth chick who welcomed his teeth and was even now discovering as Helena had done, the cruelty and love of which Cabud was capable. But somehow, in the back of her mind she could always feel the psychic link thrumming with Cabud's awareness of her, and her awareness of him, and it told her that this was not true; she was not forgotten, but must wait until called.

The call eventually came a week to the hour after the horror of the gang rape. Helena had only just put her shoes on after changing out of her work clothes at the Adam's Finger, when she felt an unmistakeable tug in her mind. She could not wait any longer, and rather than stopping she simply grabbed her jacket from the coat rail on her way out.

But in the street there was no sign of the magnificent automobile in which Cabud had ferried her from his modern-day castle. But the tugging was insistent: small, but irresistible, and Helena did not want to resist. Helena did not know what to do, but centred herself, hearing in her memory the words of Cabud bout their mental link, and hoping that if she focussed herself inwards, then perhaps she would be able to – Ah, there it was! The tug was coming from over there ! And she was off, following the urging of her mind across the city, frantically tracking her elusive master, the source of the instruction.

But then that source was on the move! Was Cabud once more teasing and tormenting her? But no, he was homing in on her, was just around the next corner! And then appeared that white Mercedes like some beautiful ethereal chariot to Helena's eyes. As the car door opened and Cabud stepped out, she fell to her knees, kneeling and breathing, "My Lord Cabud Samuel, I am here!"

"And amazingly so. I did not tell you this a week ago, but you may one day become the most powerful Cabudith there has ever been. Nobody has ever known of a vampire just one week old, who has been able to follow their master across a city as you have done tonight, using only the mental bondage to guide them. But far more remarkable was your feat that night: you resisted and held back from a direct command for a minute or so, and nobody has ever done that for even a few seconds before. That I came to be your Cabud, that is something that brings a thrill to me greater than any in over a century!

"But there is more immediate and important business to attend to. Stand up! For I have found the identities of those men who maliciously attacked you and dishonoured you. It appears," he said, "That they were a team of off-duty policemen. Do you still want to do this?"

"I do. I will tear out their throats – except Alpha: I want him in your electric chamber so he may feel what I felt there, and worse!"

"Then it shall be as you wish!"

Cabud took Helena's hand and they moved rapidly through the city, keeping to the shadows and the unwalked paths, using that mode of travel that Cabud had used when he took Helena hunting for the first time. That night, the lesbian student had been her first, reluctant, taste of blood. This time, she was hunting for real, for her own purposes, and craving the taste of blood and vengeance mingled on her lips.

The first place they visited was a flat on the ground floor: there lived Gary Hetton, AKA "Echo" when he and his mates were on the town. He was unmarried, and lived alone. A crashing of glass alerted the sleeping PC Hetton to his peril, and he drew from his bedside table a pistol. He wondered why the alarms had not sounded and had just thrown aside the covers when two people burst into the room, a girl and a taller, dark and looming man.

Helena saw Echo sit up, holding a gun in his hand. But she recalled what Cabud had told her about surviving a gunshot as a vampire, and willed her body to take the right properties. As it was, Echo's gun was not real, but a replica airgun designed to fire small plastic pellets – and it was not loaded. It was there only to bluff intruders into surrendering, and here was an intruder who could not be intimidated.

Helena saw that the man slept naked, and an idea sprang into her head.

"Do you remember me?" She demanded.

"You – you – it's impossible, you can't be!" stammered the hapless rapist.

"I am, and I'm here for more!" Helena replied.

She made a swift movement, throwing the covers over Echo's head and in the same gesture swinging her head down towards his crotch, where she gave his flaccid cock, shrunken with fear, a long, wet lick with her tongue even as Echo was struggling to get free of the sheets. He had no chance, though, when she willed her fangs into striking position and bit down hard, taking balls and cock completely into her mouth before closing her sharp teeth around them, and tearing, wrenching at the package.

Echo howled with pain, and at that loud noise a look passed between the two vampires: they had to leave right then.

Cabud called, not for Helena's benefit but for Echo's, "Right, let's go get the rest!" Helena did not part her teeth as she pulled away, and rent huge holes in Echo's privates as she turned from him. And then the vampires were gone.

Clutching desperately at the reproductive organs mangled beyond repair, Gary tried to crawl to his telephone.

Cabud worked out a quieter way to gain entrance to the homes of Bravo and Delta, who were next on the list, and so those two, also single, were woken only when Helena prodded them on the shoulder. She had learned her lesson from the first attempt, and now waited only for an acknowledgement of who she was, by word or by expression, before biting hard into her victims' throats and tearing ferociously in a single shake of her head. Cabud told her that he believed that those two stayed alive just long enough to see their killer walk away.

"Charlie", AKA Eric Webber, did not live alone, and Helena was annoyed to find that he shared his bed with a woman. There was no need to exchange a look with her master, though: she decided simply that they would both die, and felt an instant approval at the decision from Cabud.

Cabud woke the woman while Helena woke the man. Cabud lifted his captive to a sitting position, and even as she opened her mouth to scream he rested his fangs against her throat, and growled a threat that was instantly understood. Instead, the woman pleaded, "Please don't hurt us! We'll give you anything you want, just let us go!" She could not bring herself to accept that she was held by a creature thought to be imaginary by most of society. The smeared gore, from three previous victims, around Helena's jaw did nothing to make it more real.

Helena stood beside "Charlie", and used her strength to force him into looking at his partner's perilous situation, for she had seen his eyes flicker in fear and recognition the moment he had awoken; she did not need his gaze on herself anymore.

"Why don't you tell her why I'm here!" she prompted the policeman.

"No, no, no!" he quivered, trying to shake his head and equally unable to accept the reality of his peril.

"Very well, I will," concluded Helena, "Lady: this man, one week ago tonight, gang-raped me with a bunch of his colleagues. There's only one thing my boss and I want here, and that is revenge. This, sadly, means you. You really should choose your men more carefully!" The woman's face turned to questioning her partner as the accusation was made, to abject terror when Helena made clear what was about to happen. When Helena stopped speaking, Cabud tore into the throat of his victim. Helena made Eric Webber watch for a few seconds before pouncing on him and tearing out his throat as she had done two men already.

Cabud's attack was more measured, for he was feeding from the woman and had not destroyed her throat as Helena had done for a quick kill elsewhere. For many seconds, the woman was able to gaze at him as he drank, and could see out of the corner of her eye the death of her husband. Then Helena dropped Eric and drank from his wife's wrist, and the victim knew no more. Cabud and Helena left behind the dried corpse, slashing with a kitchen knife to disguise the bitemarks: there was no disguising the torn throat of her husband, and the pair had already agreed that there would be a message sent to any who might have heard about the feats of the team. Just then, the telephone started to ring, so Cabud once more took Helena under his arm and launched into the night sky.

As they flew on, Helena was riding higher than ever before on a heady mix of revenge, power and a bellyful of blood – with a shock, Helena realised that she had not fed in over a week, and that was why it was having such a powerful effect on her. Never had she felt so much power, so in control of her own destiny, and capable of taking what she wanted. And now they were headed for the ultimate triumph: the capture of Alpha.

Alpha, AKA Danny Felton, sat in his living room, awaiting the tart from the Adam's Finger. He would never have told anyone else, but he accepted it in his own mind: he was afraid. Not long ago, Gary had called, telling some whacked-out story about her coming to his home and trying to bite off his privates before flying into the sky with a comment about doing the rest. After trying to call the other members of his team, with no answer, he was forced to conclude that something was wrong and maybe Gary had told it exactly as it happened. That night had been crazy, from when the weird guy told them how to get a free blow-job to the tremendous way in which they had all taken their pleasure of the tart. He couldn't even remember her name. And he had to accept that, just maybe, there had been something involving hypnosis or magic, or paranormal forces in the way it had happened. And, crossing the ways of such things had to be a bad idea if they really existed. Maybe he should never have asked for permission to tie her up in the first place. But he really preferred them that way. And now, it sounded like the tart and her pimp (if that's what he was) were on their way here to punish him for fucking her properly.

He was just glad that the missus had taken the kids to their grandma's for the week. If there was no answer at Eric's, then it looked like family members were fair game as well for these maniacs or magicians or whatever they might be. It also meant that he would not get into trouble for bringing out his father's old shotgun and loading it, just in case. The weapon lay in his lap ready to deal with anything, natural or otherwise, that might attack.

There was a sound – from upstairs! "Right, now we'll deal with these freaks," Alpha snarled as he leapt from his chair brandishing the gun. But in his haste to reach the stairwell, he did not check the hallway as he came out through the living room door. Somebody cannoned into him from the side, hurling him to the floor. The gun went off with an almighty bang, and blew a chunk out of the wall. There was still the second barrel, but he had to bring it to bear: the gun's best use now was as a club. Alpha struggled to find a purchase, and room to swing at his assailant. He was using the butt to pummel the flesh of his attacker, but it had no effect. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his shoulder and the world seemed strangely far away...

As Cabud plunged home his syringe of tranquilliser, Helena came down the stairs. The plan had worked perfectly. Triumph coursed through Helena's veins, visceral joy at the thought of what was to come surging in her and along with the blood on her lips, firing the need for sex. But first, they had to return to Cabud's office-block lair.

Cabud put one arm around Helena's oh-so-thin waist, and with the other he carried the unconscious Alpha as they soared above the sleeping city. The journey went quickly, and soon the pair were carrying the prone form of Danny Felton into a prepared room. There lay a form of coffin on the floor, its lid waiting beside it. They quickly stripped him naked. Tying the hands and feet of their victim was simple and quick, and they placed him inside and closed the lid, fastening it not with nails but with sturdy clips for the purpose. By the time they had done this, the frustrated urge to fuck was raging beyond compare in Helena, and it was with utter relief that she heard Cabud order, "Strip yourself naked!"

Once she had done so, he lifted her with two hands almost meeting around the narrowest point of her torso, and he placed her bodily on her back, atop the coffin containing Alpha. No preliminaries were needed: Helena had been wet all the way back from Alpha's home. Cabud, who had stripped as Helena did, simply thrust in as hard and fast as he could, and kept going as Helena responded in kind. She did not hold on to Cabud (somehow, she knew that he was forbidding even the slightest nail scratch on his back), but there was no need to. He gave her all that she needed.

Nothing could match the experience of the First Blood, but this was on the same primordial level as Helena came with screaming abandon beneath Cabud's rock-hard cock. She knew that he was close to climax, but would never come until he chose to. And once the first orgasm subsided, he retained his hardness and began again. All-consuming orgasm followed all-consuming orgasm time and again for Helena, until at last her battered, exhausted body was traversing pain and pleasure each time and could bear no more. Finally, in one massive event that put all the previous earth-shatterers to shame, he timed his own eruption with hers.

Unable to walk, Helena accepted it as Cabud carried her to another nearby room where she found a bed waiting, just like the one she had described to Ally and Bev a week or so ago. There she lay down to sleep beside the man who ruled her life and gave her power.