Transformation

The Midnight Hour was an elegant cocktail lounge where the rich and successful wen to have a drink and have some fun. That was why Gil went to places like that, when he was looking for a woman. And tonight he had been successful so far. Her name was Dorice, a twenty-eight year old woman with light green eyes and medium length ebony hair. Even though he normally went for brunettes, but he wasn't going to pass her up. For Gil knew just from the way she looked at him, that something would come around for them. And because of that, he could feel the hunger for her, burning deep under his flesh. One that only she could satisfy. She told him about her job as an executive at an advertising firm in Chicago. It was almost as if she was trying to impress him by what she did. But Gil was more impressed by the way the blue dress with its low cleavage, had revealed every sultry curve of her body. The type of woman that any man would love to hold next to them. And now it was Gil that she had her eyes on. The devilish grin on her lips made her more seductive that before. Gil just smiled, knowing what was going to come around. Her hand reached over and touched his, as she moved closer to him. The scent of her perfume intoxicated him as her eyes glistened with such excitement. A look that he had seen in many women before in the past. 1

"You are such a special guy. I can tell that just from looking at you. I want to know everything about you." she said as her hand gripped his tightly. 2

"You don't know how special I am." he replied as his eyes glared mercilessly at her. 3

The look he gave her was with eyes that seemed almost like a dead man's, while the hunger burned even more intense than before. Then she moved closer to him, their lips met in a tender embrace. He pulled her closer to him, her firm breasts crushed against his chest as he could hear the sound of her heavy breathing and muffled moans. The taste of her lips enticed him even more, knowing that this was the only woman that he wanted now. Slowly, she pulled away from him, as her eyes opened and looked at him. The fiery lustfulness burning in them, as she tried to catch her breath 4

"Excuse me…. I'll be right back." she said as she slowly stood up. 5

"I'll be here waiting for you." he replied as his eyes stayed focused on her. 6

Gil watched as she walked away from him, disappearing into the crowd of moving bodies on the dance floor. The pulsating beat of the music almost matched the beating of his own heart. He turned around and looked in front of him, at the rows of hard liquor that sat on the back counter. The only thought which he had was of Dorice and how wanted her so much. He looked over at the flat screen television that hung above the back counter, at the newscast of the latest woman that disappeared. The body count was now up to eight. The latest woman was Juliana Ward, a brunette that was of the age of twenty-six. Even though Gil couldn’t hear what was said, he knew the entire story. In his mind he could hear the make newscaster that was dressed in his professional navy blue suit saying there was no leads yet to who the killer could be. 7

"And they will never find out." he whispered under his breath.8

It was then he had felt the eyes on someone on him. Their stare feeling like a hot poker scalding his flesh he wanted to look around him, yet something kept him from doing so. A strange, uneasy feeling that someone had known something that he was trying to hide. But that was ridiculous, how could anyone know his secrets? Finally, he couldn't take it any more and had to look around him. Had to find out who the person was. As he did, he saw a woman with long amber hair, wearing a black dress, who stared at him so coldly. Gil couldn't understand why she was watching him, or even why he was feeling so uneasy. There was something about this woman that drew him to her. Something that he had never felt before. Normally he would be the one who drew a woman to him, not the reverse. He could feel her eyes looking at him, as a sudden could feeling looked over him. A feeling that was as cold as death itself. He wanted to turn away from her glance, but something made it impossible for him to do so. It was then he heard the sound of a woman's voice, as soft as a whisper, surrounding him. 9

" I know what you do to these women. What you have done so far." the voice said. 10

Gil turned away from her stare, but the image of her was now burned in his mind. Never before had something like this had happened to him. And because of it, he had no idea of what he was suppose to do. he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm his mind down, while the colors of hell fire burned before him. While every sound that he heard became amplified. Ev4ery whisper that someone spoke, he could hear clearly. At least that was what he thought. The only thing that mattered to him, was to end this torment that he was enduring. Silence came to him and within that moment he had found a brief moment of serenity. That was until he heard the sound of the woman's voice again. This time it was not in a whisper, but a regular tone, as if she was sitting next to him. The scent of jasmine seemed to surround her, while he wondered what it could be that she wanted from him. For a moment, she just sat there, her eyes looking at him with such seriousness. He knew that she had said something, yet he wasn't able too figure out what it could be. Gil found himself unable to handle it, having to know what this woman said, and who she was. 11

"Excuse me." he said.12

"I said that I know what you have done. You think that you can hide, but there is no place you can go that I won't find you." the woman said. 13

"What are you talking about?" Gil said with a tone of fear in his voice.14

"I have come for you. And nothing will stop me from getting what I want." she said as her eyes burned with such rage. 15

He knew what she was saying, but knew that she couldn't know the truth. He found himself wanting to find out everything that she knew. And also if she was going to be a danger to him. The way the light in the room shined on her, gave off an illumination around her, that made her seem like some dark angel. And because of that, Gil found himself wanting to know her. But for some reason, he knew that he couldn't. There was something about her that seemed almost threatening to him. 16

"What do you want from me?" hew asked. 17

"You will find out soon enough. I have searched an eternity for someone like you. She said as she moved closer to him. "And now that I found you, you will never get away from me." 18

The aroma of jasmine now grew stronger, along with the faint scent of myrrh, which lingered in the air. Reminding him of some sort of ancient burial. One which has not been done in centuries. The only thing that he couldn't figure out was why he was feeling this way. 19

She moved closer to him till her lips hovered centimeters from his. Her hot breathe hitting the pale flesh of his face, as his hands rested on her slender waist. The feel of the silken fabric of her dress, aroused him even more. What she had said stayed trapped in his mind, haunting him beyond belief. It was then that their lips met in a heated embrace, as he pulled her closer to him. Her kiss was like electricity to him, surging through his veins. Within that moment, nothing around them seemed to exist, only them. Darkness surrounded them, blocking out all light and faces that surrounded the,. That cold sensation of death now grew even stronger around him. A feeling that he found himself able to enjoy and embrace. She pulled away from him, giving him such a deceptive smile. 20

"You are trying to figure me out. Well, try as you might, you will never come close to who I truly am." she said in a playful tone. 21

"How do you know that?" he asked.. 22

"Because I just do. But do not worry, for we will meet again. And then, all shall be shall be revealed." she said, then hesitated for a moment. "By the way, your girlfriend is on the way back." 23

Gil turned around to see Dorice making her way back to him, that same devilish grin appearing on her lips. The only thing that reminds him of her was the lingering scent of jasmine that hung in the air. He had no idea what this mysterious woman meant by what she said. The only thing that he could do was to let it go. Then he turned back, as Dorice sat down next to him. The way she looked at him made it obvious that she was up to something. And he knew that she would reveal it soon enough, when she felt the time was right. She kissed him again, more deeply than she had done before. Something had excited her that he knew, for she hadn't acted this way before she had left him. Even though he should have worried about what she was up to, all that he could think about was that brunette woman. Her lips moved to the side of his neck, as her hand moved up and down chest, arousing him even more. Her hand grabbed his and then placed it under the hem of her dress, in between her parted legs. His fingers realizing that she wasn't wearing any underwear, touching the wet sensitive lips of her womanhood, making her moan softly as her body stiffened. Her head tilted back, gasping silently, as he shoved two fingers through the gateway of her femininity. If anyone who had worked there knew what they were doing, they would have been thrown out. Even though the security cameras were picking up everything that they were doing, it didn't seem to matter to her. He could feel her body shivering as his two digits drove deeper into her. He could feel the eyes of some of the people on him, knowing what they were doing, and yet they said nothing about it. Her orgasm came quick running over her fingers. After a minute of his fingers manipulating her sex, she pulled his hand away, unable to take any more of it. 24

"Let's get out of here." she whispered in his ear. 25

Before he could say another word, he found himself following her out the front door of the tavern. Watching her hips sway from side to side as she walked. He could feel his heart pounding so hard that he thought it would burst right through his chest. He wanted her, feeling that he wanted to take her right then and there, but knew that he would have to wait. They walked over to her car, got in and drove down the darkened streets of the city. The whole time that they drove, his eyes stayed on her. Watching as she drove the car, feeling the lustful wantonness grow within his soul. And along with that came the hunger that now was so intense, he could not ignore. They drove onto the expressway and stayed on it for a while, then pulled off onto a main street in some suburban town. The next thing he knew, he knew they found themselves pulling up by the side of a cemetery. When she looked at him, a sudden expression of excitement glared in her eyes. She reached over and touched his hand, gripping it a couple times like a weakened heartbeat.26

"We're here." she said in an excited tone. "Now the fun can begin." 27

She opened the door and got out of the car, then waited for him to do the same. As he did, Gil started to winder what she could be up to. For he never liked being around the dead, for they always seemed to come and haunt him. But there was nothing he could do about it, except let her led him to their unknown destination. As they made their way through the dark cemetery, Gil could feel the shadows closing in on him. The voices of the dead seemed to surround him, their agonizing moans floating upon the silent, dead air. Their voices pushing him into madness, that darkness, which now consumed his soul, till finally all, he could do was to surrender himself to it. He could feel his heart starting to race, while he clutched his fists and continued to stare in front of him. Watching Dorice as she led him through the cemetery, her eyes glancing back at him, every few seconds at him. It was almost as if she wanted to make sure that he was still following her. The scent of her perfume and excited sex trailed behind her, so faint, yet it still enticed him so. No one else would have been able the scent, but he was able too. Gil could feel the longing, the hunger for her intensify even more. His eyes became shallow and empty, his face showed the expression of death itself, as he continued to look at her. He knew that he couldn't hold back much longer, that he needed to feel the warmth of her flesh against his. The voices of the dead continued to speak to him, haunting his mind, never to be silenced. Even though he could not make out what they were saying, their tones still continue to haunt him.. In his mind, he could swear that he wouldn't be surprised if their rotted corpses broke through the ground. Their mouths hung open, as dark blood flowed out from it. While they screamed out their agonizing pain of death, which they had to endure for eternity. In a way, he knew that pain, for he felt it ripping through him every moment of the day. An agony that only Dorice could give him the release from it that he needed. It was then he heard the sound of that voice echoing in his brain. 28

"Take her! Take her now. Relieve this suffering that we both feel." the voice said. 29

He knew what the voice said was true, he had to feed the hunger that burned inside him. Longing for the taste of her, the feel of her flesh. Suddenly, she stopped, then turned to face him. Her eyes burned with a lustful desire, as that devilish grin appeared in her lips again. Her arms reached in back of her, then lowered to her sides. Her dress fell down to her feet, revealing the alluring naked flesh of her body. The smooth curved of her frame, her firm, well-rounded breasts with their hard nipples that pointed out in front of her. The moonlight shined down on her naked body, illuminating it, making her seem like an angel. 30

"This is my departed husband's grave. I want you to take me right here. Make love to me on top of his grave." she said as her arms reached out for him. 31

Gil moved to her, then their lips met in a tender embrace. Pulling her body close to him, feeling her breasts being crushed against his chest. His hands moved down the smooth flesh of her back, down to her firm rounded ass. His fingers gripped it tightly, making her let out a muffled moan of pleasure. He could feel her hands moving over his body, undressing him, as her lips caressed the side of his neck. It was then that she slowly moved down his body, her lips caressing his flesh as she moved. Till finally she was on her knees, taking him in her mouth. He felt her lips tighten around the shaft of his manhood, her head jerking wildly, as a sudden dark gray mist floated closer to them. He could feel the tip of his organ touching the back of her throat as she moaned out in such pleasure. His hands rested on the back of her head, forcing her toward him, so he could go down her throat. She was bringing about such pleasure in him that started to overpower his mind. Like a tidal wave drowning him mind, making him unable to find any logical thoughts. Right when he thought he couldn't endure it any longer, she pulled away from him. Her head looked up at him, the playful, lustful expression on her face, while her had stroked his shaft slowly. The hunger inside of him, burning likes the eternal flames of hell under his flesh. He wanted her, and now he knew that he would have her. 32

She stood up., her arms wrapped around him, as she kissed him again. Slowly, he brought her down onto the damp grass of her husband's grave, his body on top of her, pressing her against the ground. Slowly, his body slid down it. caressing every inch of her flesh. His lips suckling her breast, teeth biting down on her nipple lightly, as he felt her body quiver under his touch. The whole time, his hand moved in between her legs, fingers manipulating the lips of her sex. Sliding a couple digits into her, as she let out moans of excitement from it. He moved his way down to her forbidden lips, longing to taste the sweetness of its nectar. His tongue ran over those wet lips, while his fingers moved in and out of the entry of her womanhood. Her hips moving in a grinding motion, as her moans and cries of passion increased. The taste of her sex burned on his tongue, while its scent intoxicated him. Gil could feel the wantonness burning for her deep in his soul, while the sound of the voice came back again. This time though it was more dark and domineering than before. 33

"Feed! Feed! Now is the moment that we both long for. End the torture in your soul….our soul. So that way we can survive, that we can feed." the voice said in a low, dark tone. 34

Gil wanted to prolong the inevitable, just to enjoy the pleasure between them. Still the hunger made it impossible for him to ignore. The more he attacked her clit, listening to her moans of pleasure, the more he wanted her. To be inside her, and feel her flesh join with him. Yet, something prolonged him from the one moment that he yearned for. His hand reached up and fondled her breast, his fingers pinching and pulling her nipple. Bringing about a new wave of pleasure through her flesh. Her body shuttering as the orgasm flooded through her then started building up in her for the next one. Her breath fast and deep, as her had rested on the back of his head, forcing him deeper into her sex. He kept giving her such pleasure, the taste of her orgasm on his tongue intoxicated him more, till finally they both could take no more. 35

Slowly his body side up hers, knowing that she was aware of what would come next. He stared at her, gazing into her heavenly green eyes, then kissed her. He was just about ready to take her right there, when she pulled him away from her, her eyes enflamed with desire.36

"Take me from behind. Please, I always wanted a man to do that to me." she said, breathing heavily, as strands of her dark hair fell over her face. 37

How could he ignore such a request, when all he cared about was loving her. Feeding off of her. Gil got off of her so she could reposition herself, kneeling there watching as she got on all fours, raising her ass high in the air. Looking at the smooth curves of her ass, the firmness of her legs. Of yes, she wanted it her way, and he was going to give it to her and much more than she expected. Then he moved closer to her, then impaled his manhood in between those smooth cheeks. Her heard her scream in pain, as her head lowered, then raised quickly. It wasn't what she wanted, that was for sure. But now she would have to endure it. To Gil, hearing a woman scream in pain as he thrusted himself into her orifice was more thrilling to her than anything else. Plus it was something that he had never thought of doing to a woman, until now. He would still be able to feed off of her, which was one thing that he liked. And that was exactly what he intended to do. She screamed out for him to stop…. that he was hurting her…. yet her cries went unnoticed to him. He knew that he was causing her pain, for he could feel the blood dripping from her stuffed opening. Still, he did not care. This woman wanted to feel the heights of pleasure with him, and now she would. It was then he felt that same sensation which happened to him so many times before to him in the past. That dark feeling consumed not only his mind, but body and soul as well. Each thrust that he did into her , increased it to the point , which Gil could no longer return from. Once again he could feel a section of his rip open and the appendages of wings made of bone and flesh, spread out to the sides of him. His eyes turned from the hazel color of them to the blackness of eternal emptiness. Gil's mouth opened, revealing the sharp, blood stained fangs, from his last kill. Even his phallus became larger growing in her, as she screamed out in horror and agony. 38

"Please stop, your killing me!" she cried out in terror, yet refused to turn and look at him. 39

He said nothing as he continued his attack on this helpless lustful victim. Gil thirsted for more than just her lustful passion, from her, he wanted her soul. And because of it, he could not resist his primitive instincts flowing through his veins. The beast which now emerged from within. Around them, the spirits of the dead emerged, like ghostly lights, forming a cyclone around them. Their voices becoming like one voice, screaming out into the darkness of the night. He could feel her life force, her soul, flowing into her, strengthening him. He could hear her scream even louder, in between the painstaking crying that she did, gripping the damp grass, her arms losing her strength, her face falling into the damp grass. 40

"Damn you, Gil! Damn you, for doing this to me!" she screamed, then turned her head slightly to look at him. 41

It was then that she screamed again, her tear-filled eyes widened in terror, not believing what she was seeing. 42

"As you can see my dear, I already have been damned." he said in a low wicked laugh. 43

Her flesh started to wrinkle and dry up, as she screamed out for help, but knew that no one but the dead would hear her. Blood flowed from her eye sockets and mouth , onto the grass of the grave of her husband. Her head lay sideways, frozen in fear, . Her eyes became nothing more than two empty pits of darkness. Her flesh turned to the texture of old, worn out leather. The whole time, the dead continued to scream their ungodly tones. Each thrust he made, drained even more of her soul out of her. Until finally, she was nothing more than a ashes which formed a sculpture of her own body, left in its provocative lustful position. Which the breeze slowly made it diminish, till there was nothing left but Gil kneeling there in his beast like form. at the spot where he attacked her. Except for a small spot of blood that had fell onto the grass. He stood up, trying to calm himself down, so that he would return to his mortal form. All that was left was the blue dress and her purse, which lay on the side of the grave. Gil took the car keys and the three thousand dollars that was in her wallet, and placed it in the pockets of his ripped pants. The dead still surrounded him, his eyes still as dark as coal and wings which now lifted up, making him look like a gargoyle waiting to take flight. It was then he heard the sound of a woman's voice coming from within the darkness and mist. A voice, which he found so familiar, yet wasn't sure about it. For the beast within him,, the demon had taken control. His now dark eyes gazing into the shadows, while the scent of an ancient death lingered in the air. Then she appeared, the ends of her long amber hair being lifted brown the wind, her eyes now the color of hell-fire, and flesh as pure as white snow. And of course, she was still dressed in black, like before. 44

"I know what you have done. What you have done through out the centuries. I am the only one that knows this…. and shall always." she said, even though her lips never moved. 45

He wanted to speak, yet all he could do was grunt and breath heavily, for the beast within had now taken over. Gil had let himself become engulfed be the evil that had consumed him. Yet in a way this woman could hear his thoughts, even though he wasn't sure why. 46

"Who are you?" he thought. 47

"I am an immortal, like you. One who will correct what has been wronged. Now all shat be set right." her voice echoed. 48

"I don't know what you mean. I have done only what I need to do to survive." he thought as he gave out a low growl. 49

"Yes… But because of you, the mortal are aware of our existence. Making it difficult for the rest of us to exist." she said as she continued to move toward him. 50

Her hands reached out for him as her mouth opened revealing her pearl white fangs. Gil knew that he only had seconds to react ( maybe less), but wasn't going to die without a fight. She jumped at him, her fingers out like razor sharp claws. Letting out a demonic scream, her body hitting his, knocking him onto the ground. She sat on top of him, swinging her arms at him, her claws ripping into his flesh. He screamed in agony as his blood ran down his chest. The rage he felt ran through is veins like molten lava, as he grabbed her and threw her off of him. Her body flew a couple feet from him, slamming into a large marble headstone and shattering it. Her body lye there for a moment, and then slowly she got to her feet. Her face showing such fury as she charged at him. Instantly, Gil raised his hand, grabbing her throat, lifting her up over him. His hand began to constrict around her neck, making her gasp for breath, as her body struggled to break free from him. But no matter how hard she tried, he would not let her go. Now the demon that festered inside of him, had taken full control. The lust for her blood overpowered him, as his demonic strength grew. Around them, the dead continued to circle them, as if they were waiting to see whose soul they would take back to their eternal damnation. Their screams becoming one voice as their battle continued. The nails of his fingers became sharp as daggers, ripping through her dress and into her flesh. Till finally, he had her pinned against the ground, her body now half-naked and bloody. His dark eyes gazed down at her , his hand moving over her body, feeling her shiver under his touch. She looked up at him, showing both fear and rage as she stopped struggling, waiting to see what he would do to her. 51

"If you kill me, there will be others that will hunt you down. They are already searching for you, you lost, and there is nothing that you can do. Now that you let the beast out within you, you can never return back to your human form. So killing me isn't going to end this." she said as she breathed heavy.52

"What is your name?" he asked in his low, demonic voice. 53

"Gina Knight. The name of the one that will destroy you." she said as her hand reached out and struck him. Her nails ripping through his flesh once again. 54

His head tilted back, screaming out in such a low and ungodly tone. His hand gripped her neck even tighter, as the rage burned through him. All that he could think about was how he wanted her dead, to suck out the essence of her soul, for an immortal would strengthen him even more. She gazed into his evil, black eyes, while his hand moved down her body. Fondling her breasts, making her nipples poke through the silken fabric of her ripped blouse, leaving an indentation in it that would soon fade away. His fingers pinching and pulling on her nipple, as her body reacted to his touch. Even though she tried to resist, she found herself slowly giving into his lustful temptation. The whole time he fondled her breast, his claws ripping through the fabric of her torn dress and bra. Feeling her cold, lifeless flesh under his touch. Her body withered under his touch, as his hand ripped away the last of dress and underwear. Till finally she lay there naked and vulnerable to whatever he would do to her. His demon organ hung a few inches from her lips, as she felt his hand moving down her pale flesh. His fingers moving down beyond the brief patch of her pubis and running over the lips of her clit. Making her moan and spasm with sudden excitement, as she tried to turn her head to the side. But that was the one thing that she found herself unable to do. The feeling of his touch excited her so, driving her to the point of the lustful desire. It was then she felt his fingers slip into the wet cleft of her sex, as she finally took him into her mouth. Her lips moving over his hard shaft, as her soft muffled moans was heard. Her legs spread slightly, slowly gradually giving into the desire that she was giving him. Even though she hated him for it, she couldn't resist it. The deeper his fingers drove into her, the stronger the waves of her passion grew. Knowing there was no way that she would be able to resist him. She moaned slightly, as the first orgasm flooded through her. 55

"Damn him for what he is doing to me. Damn him for making me feel this way." she thought. 56

His hand moved even faster in and out of her sex, he felt her mouth working even harder on his phallus, as a tear ran down her cheek. Gil could feel his anger flowing through him, blinding his senses to the point where all he could only feel his fiery rage. The excitement that she had brought him lifted him even higher and deeper into his darkness. Feeling her spirit flowing into him the life of an immortal now feeding him. Not only did he crave her soul, but now her blood. It burned so deeply within him, that he couldn't take it anymore. His fingers started to thrust deeper, harder into her sex, making the blood flow from her sex. The feel of the warmth of her blood on his fingers, brought about the thirst even stronger within him. Bringing about a madness that he had felt growing. Then he pulled his hand out and licked her blood off of his hand. Then shoved his hand into her chest. Her back arched, as she gasped suddenly, her eyes widened with terror. Then he lifted his hand up, holding her bloody heart in his hand. He didn't drink her blood because he felt her soul running through him when she such his organ. Still though, he felt a change in him, one that he could no longer ignore. The illumination of the dead's ghostly glow grew and pulsated, circling them. Gil stood up and slowly walked away from her mutilated corpse. Instantly, the corpse bursted into an inferno of blue flames, as the spirits of the dead faded into the shadows of the night. Gil knew he that he was still wanted from the legion of the immortals. And they wouldn't stop until he was dead. Also that now that the beast within was out, he could never return to his human state. Never see his face in a mirror and never let himself be seen by anyone again. Which would make it difficult for him to feed. But maybe not impossible. 57