Horror Whore: Centuries
Let me in.
The voice called to Jane from the darkness. A shape, as dark and foreboding as the night surrounding it. She was standing in a field of flowers, unsure how she got there, but nonetheless drawn to the voice calling to her.
Let me in, Jane. Not a request, a demand. A demand that spoke to the deepest part of her, to her soul, her marrow. Her blood. Let me in to your heart.
She felt herself drifting, helpless against the urge to give herself over to him.
The fog that surrounded him parted as she approached. He opened his arms for her, welcoming her into his embrace. She reached out to him, straining for his touch.
Mine, she heard him say, this man who was not a man, this creature whose shadow emanated a power that she was hopeless to resist.
She was within arms reach of him now, two magnets drawn to each other. He reached out a hand to her, welcoming her into his embrace.
I've waited so long. I have searched for you across the seas. The longing Jane felt in his words, the grief and sorrow, the loneliness of his existence. I cannot wait to make you mine again.
When he finally touched her, it was as though she were born again. Awakened. A deep, ancient part was now rose within her. He tore off her flowing white nightgown in one fluid motion, sending it rippling through the air behind him. She watched it flutter in the breeze, but only for a moment.
Jane's eyes fixated on him. He was tall, inhumanly so. He towered over her, almost seeming to expand wider and wider, as though he were wrapping heavy black wings around her.
He stared at her, her nakedness, his hands running up and down her body. Centuries, was all he said.
Suddenly, Jane was on the ground, his weight heavy on her. He was somehow naked too, his thick cock sliding against her cunt. He entered her swiftly (when had she become so wet) and wrapped a hand around her neck. He squeezed it, as though he needed the assurance she was really there, alive and open to his touch.
I will not lose you this time, my love, he whispered into her ear as he claimed her cunt as his own. I will not allow them take you from me this time.
Jane felt something ancient wash over her like a curse. His words were slowly registering (what does he mean, this time? who is going to take me?) and she began to feel terror over this being taking her body, her mind, her soul.
It wasn't until she saw the flash of fangs a moment before he plunged them into her heart that she realized what he was. Jane screamed into the night, knowing there was no one around to hear her cries.
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Jane awoke with a start, a phantom hand around her neck, phantom fangs latched to her breast, and a phantom cock buried inside her. She wasn't outside being taken on a field of flowers; she was safe in her bed. It was only a dream, she whispered to the darkness. Only a dream...
The soft knock against the glass of her bedroom window jolted her from her sleepy state. She turned and stared, transfixed by what she saw.
It was him. The man creature from her dream nightmare.
Let me in, Jane. Now.
The force behind his command slammed into her. She floated to the window, and unlatched it for him. She couldn't have stopped it, even if she wanted to. Please, come in.
His smile was just a flash of teeth as he crossed the threshold into her bedroom. I have waited centuries for this moment, my love. Let me taste you. Let me taste you in this reality, outside of our dreams.
He lunged for her, biting her neck, tearing into her skin like an animal that has been starved within minutes of death. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound escaped. Blood poured down her body, soaking her clothes that were now sticking to her. She raised a fist, slamming it against his chest. It was as useless as punching a brick wall.
This new world hasn't changed you, my love. As hard as they tried to keep you from me, they couldn't, he said, though his mouth stayed latched upon her neck, his words floating through her mind. She felt her body growing weaker, as her life was drained from her.
There is no turning you into one of my kind, he whispered in her mind, anguish behind his words. You will age, grow, die. You will leave me again. It took me centuries to find you this time, and I will spend centuries more searching for you again. His hands stroked up and down her body, cupping her breasts as he licked droplets of blood off her nipples. With you by my side, I will be unstoppable once more.
The wound at her neck had stopped bleeding, but she was weak and exhausted.
Come, my love. He scooped her into his arms and headed for her bedroom window. Let me take you home.
He launched them out of the window and into the night sky.
Inspired by Nosferatu (2024), dir. Robert Eggers
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