Journal Part 3
Flying High - Part 1
While sitting in the lounge, relaxing, I notice a very large dark shadow pass by the widow. Hearing what sounds like either a pair of massive wings or a very large flock of birds fly by, gets my curiousity up enough to go look out the window. Standing there, I hear the main door open and close to the lounge. I turn to see an extremely large figure filling the doorway, his head almost reaching the high ceiling.
His eyes are glowing red like rubies, his fanged teeth gleaming in the light, what appears to be wings are folded in behind him but also peaking over the tops of his shoulders, his hands are giant w/ long sharp claws, and there are horns on top of his head. He looks around and growls like a caged hungry animal, which sends me backing into the corner, almost falling. My movement must have caught his eye, because he turns to look directly at me. His red eyes glowing brighter, like a lion that has spotted a gazelle.
He moves towards me slowly. My heart pounding beneath my breast. His body blocks all the light except for his glowing eyes. They lock onto mine, holding me like a cobra holds a mouse before it strikes. Like the mouse, I'm afraid to move, but I can't look away.
He cocks his had and looks at me almost confused. Nothing about his stance is showing any aggression or hostility. His eyes glow with curiousity as he asks, "What are you doing fleeing into that corner like that? You startled me." As his words start to connect in my brain, my pounding heart slows down, and I can't help but start laughing hysterically. The more I laugh, the more confused this being looks at me. When I'm finally able to talk in between laugher, I ask him, "I startled you? You come in here growling and accuse me of startling you?" Laughing harder in relief, his confusion turns to understanding. Lumbering closer to me so that we're less than three feet apart, he smiles and whispers, "You never have to worry when I growl. It's only when I don't that I'm hunting for food."
Before I could ask what he meant, his forked tongue shot out of his mouth, moving quickly the three feet that separates us, flicks across my lips and is gone. Touching my lips in fascination, he smiles and turns to walk away saying, "Consider that a hello kiss." His body moving slowly as if he's much more comfortable flying through the air than walking on the ground. I slowly return to my seat, pleasantly surprised.
As the night wears on, it becomes warmer and warmer in the lounge. Either the air conditioner is off, or someone has changed the temperature on it by accident for it's usually exceptionally cool in there. Assuming that I'm not the only one suffering, I offer to bring back anything anyone wants to drink since I was going to head over to the cafeteria for something cold and refreshing. My red eyed monster is the only one apparently bothered by the warmth of the room as much as I was.
"Please pick me up a Plasma Juice, would you?" he asks. I look at him confused, "Um, Plasma Juice? Do they have that in the cafeteria?" The monster chuckles and the Head Master smiles, "See the nurse. She has what he's talking about. We have to keep that in a special place since it's so hard to come by."
I nod as I head out across the campus. It's much cooler inside than out even though it is a bit warm. A gentle breeze is blowing through my hair. Looking up at the stars, the night was breath taking. Not a cloud in the sky, the moon was bright, it was so beautiful. The flowers could be smelled from the gardens, the dew was just about to fall and the sweetness of the air was almost tangible.
I started walking back and forth, zig zagging my way across the campus, loving the wonderful fresh night. Starting to spin, so I could watch the stars move, I felt like I'd bumped into a tree. As I looked up, however, it startled me to see my red eyed monster standing right behind me. I gasped looking up at him. He was so close, but I'd never heard him approach. His red eyes looked as surprised that I'd bumped into him as I was to have it happen.
Playfully and smiling, I smack him in the chest, explaining to him that I didn't hear his approach and that he startled me. His eyes looked genuinely sorry and apologizing, he turns to walk away. Grabbing his clawed hand in mine, I ask him, "Wait please. Did you decide you didn't want the Plasma Juice? Is that why you came out after me?" His face turns sad as he looks down at his feet. His voice so quiet that I almost couldn't hear him, "I wanted to ask you to go flying w/ me instead, but..." His voice trailing off as he turns to leave. Still holding his large hand in mine, I tug at it like a child trying to get an adult's attention. Smiling up at him, "I'd love to," I say. He looks back at me as if not believing his own ears.
"Are you sure? You're willing to fly with me," he asks. My smile grows as I nod, "I would love to." His large feet shuffle against the grass reminding me of a boy asking a girl on a date. He looks up into my eyes and smiles, "It's been so long since I'd had someone to take flying." His red eyes light up like a little boy on Christmas morning and seeing all kinds of presents under the tree, knowing the best and biggest presents have to be his.
Reaching down, he wraps his massive arm around my waist and points up towards the sky. "You're sure you want to be up there with me?" My smile is all the encouragement he needs. He stands up so that my feet are dangling almost at his knees. He acts like I'm as light as a feather in his arm, then *whoosh!* We were flying above the campus! The wind whipping my hair over his shoulder. Flying in a big circle over the campus, I could see the few lights on in the dorms, in the lounge and other buildings. It's beauty was breathtaking from the air. The wind seemed to follow us higher, because the lake appeared to be made of glass. There was not a ripple in the water where the stars and moon were reflecting. I'd never realized it from the ground, but the flowerbeds were designed to be shaped in overlapping layers for the most spectacular color from the air when they were open. He flew me over the water and back, flying close enough for students who happened to look up, to be able to see us over their heads. Waving and smiling, they stood watching me in this monster's arm. I'm sure I looked almost insignificate compared to him for his height is over three feet taller than me.
Now it was my turn to feel like a kid at Christmas time. The campus looked like a miniature Christmas village only without the snow. Gasping and squealing with pleasure, he points out which building is which to me as we fly around. Then he whispers, "I want to point something else out to you." Flying high into the air, he directs me towards a mountain range in the distance. "See that," he says, "that's my home over there in those mountains." I could almost hear the loneliness in his voice. There wasn't a sign of life around the mountains for miles. It was dark, but it was also early enough in the evening that most people would still be awake, just needing lights on to see. Roaring and almost laughing at my start, he flies higher and higher. The stars look like I could reach out over his strong arm and touch them. I smile at him seeing how beautiful the area around the school is and point it out to him. Flying higher, he kisses my cheek. Soon we're up so high that the entire campus looks like a dot, and my head's growing dizzy from the thin air. Tapping on his arm, I try to tell him that we need to go lower, but my head's spinning too much. He must've felt me loosing consciousness for the next thing I know, the ground is extremely close and growing closer with every heartbeat.
Screaming for fear that my first flight is going to be my last, he opens his wings and glides across the center of the campus only a few feet from the ground. My scream of terror becomes a squeal of delight. His laughter is like music to my ears after hearing him point out his home. He lands softly and truly gracefully in a small picnic area close to the woods. Setting me on top of the stone tabletop, he turns to leave. Why is he always so anxious to leave me, I think, and yell "Wait! Please don't leave me now." His smile is electrifying while his eyes shine a brighter red than ever before. Taking a seat on the stone bench in front of me, we're almost at face to face level. He looks up at me smiling, "Did you enjoy the flight?" I can't help but get a warm feeling deep inside at seeing his smile, and his eyes glow.
His timidness on the ground versus his strength and passion of being in the air makes him seem like such an intense creature, capable of strong emotions. I feel myself being drawn to him. Smiling, "It was more beautiful and wonderful than I'd expected," I lean over to kiss his cheek gently, "Thank you for that." I can't help but stare as he changes color slightly. Was he blushing? He moves to a more formal position, sitting up straight so he's almost a full head above me even sitting on the bench and clears his throat, "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Deciding to take a more direct approach with him being on the ground, I slide off the bench, and walk in between his massive legs. He looks down at me smiling.
"I have a question for you," looking up at him with pleading eyes. He lifts me onto his lap like Santa lifting a child to ask what I wanted for Christmas and asks, "What is your question?" I blush, and look up at him, "The Plasma Juice, what is it?" He looks away from me, looking at the ground, "You don't want to know about that. I was hoping you'd forgotten." Reaching up to cup his chin in my hand, I turn him towards me, "No, please tell me. I want to know." My eyes pleading with his. He sighs, putting his arm around me protectively, "Only if you promise not to run away until I've told you." Looking into his eyes, as he seems to search mine, he either finds what he's searching for or realizes that I have no intention of leaving until I know for myself.
Apparently finding the proof he needs, he begins to explain. "Plasma Juice is actually plasma, but it's called that in front of the other students to prevent them from realizing what it truly is. It's like any food for humans, but as you know, I'm not human. It is, however, essential for me." Sighing, he squeezes me a little tighter against him to almost seem to reassure him that I'm actually there and not trying to leave. I wait patiently, looking up at him with sorrow in my eyes for him to continue. Realizing how painful it is for him to talk about it to me, but he seems to be lost in thought now. "So many of us feed from the students in one way or another. Some on energy, others feed like I do. Even the plants here are of their own species. The nurse isn't able to keep enough whole blood in stock to keep the students from being stalked for whatever reason, so even plasma must be dispersed in limited quantity, which is why the students are so vulnerable." Looking into my eyes, he almost looks pained to say what he feels he must next, "That's the reason I was really following you. Not to ask you to fly with me but to attack you. I was very hungry. The thought of a student alone outdoors was such easy prey that I couldn't resist. It was just when you turned and caught me behind you, you weren't prey anymore, but someone innocent."
"Don't you see, when you offered to get that for me, I wasn't thinking of you as a person but human prey who's blood would sustain me better than the plasma. You were willing to get me that out of something deep inside you. I was willing to just take what I wanted til I saw that look in your eyes, and I knew I couldn't do that, not to you. There was something more there. You are not prey or food," his eyes looking for understanding and forgiveness. I couldn't help but blush. Turning his head to face the ground, "I'm sorry I saw you as prey first. I know now that you're not. There is something special about you that I can't take advantage of like that." Placing my hand under his chin and my eyes searching his, I lean in close enough to kiss him softly on the lips. His kiss sending a charge through me that I hadn't expected.
His claws reach up and stroke through my hair as his hand carresses my cheek. A small moan escapes my lips as I lean into his hand. He breaks our kiss while my heart pounds loudly and strongly. Looking up at him with curious interest, "How were you going to feed from me? Biting me with your fangs?" He turns away, "Please don't ask me that, I don't want to frighten you now more than I already have. "Hey," I say, "I haven't run away, and I'm not going to. I want to know though. Show me." Turning his head to face me, "You said you were thirsty before. I'm sure after flying both of us for so long, you must be more thirsty now." Kissing him again to reassure him, I feel the same charge surging through me. "No," he says, "not with my fangs. The temptation to go into a feeding frenzy would be too great after having not fed in so long. My tongue, however is sharp enough to puncture skin and draw small quantities of blood from my prey so at worst they might need a bandaid."
Pulling him closer, I kiss his cheek softly again then pull his face towards my neck. Whispering into his ear, "Then feed from me as payment, if you wish, for the wonderful flight. I have no other way to thank you for that properly." "No," he growls, but doesn't pull away. I could hear his breath growing stronger on my neck as if he could smell my blood just below my skin. "When was the last time you've fed from someone willing to give you what you need to live?" I ask him softly whispering into his ear. "Too long for me to remember," he says, kissing my neck. A moan escaping my lips as I reach to hold his head near me. Straining my neck, hoping to make him desire me as much as I desired for him to feed from me, I whisper, "Then what are you waiting for, I want you to feed." Needing no more reassurance or encouragement, his arms lock around me. His lips continue sucking gently on the soft skin of my neck. Then his tongue darted out, peircing my tender skin. Moaning loudly from the mixture of pain and erotic pleasure of hearing him feed from me, I pull his mouth closer reassuring him and myself that he is there with me. He moans and slurps the blood from my neck with his tongue. The initial pain over, all I can feel is his marvelous long tongue lapping against the skin of my neck. His suckling against me is so erotic that I feel my body respond with arrousal. As if sensing my stimulation to his feeding, he brings his clawed hand to my breast, ever so gently carressing it. Rubbing my hardened nipple through my blouse, making me moan in the pleasure of his feeding and touch. His moans mixing with mine at holding me so closely, feeding so deeply, and carressing my breast like a long time lover.
The slurping sounds his tongue was making at lapping the blood from my neck and his firm but gentle carresses of my breast were more than I could handle. My body spasms in orgasmic fury, my moans of erotic pleasure growing louder as I writhe under his mouth and on his lap. Misunderstanding that I wasn't faltering but cumming with pleasure, he stops his feeding and looks into my eyes. I look up at him, feeling his feeding stop, and pulls his face to mine, kissing him passionately. He responds with an intensity that I hadn't expected. His kiss so fierce that my body spasms again in orgasm. Collapsing against his strong arm, he smiles down at me. "It's time we get you something to eat and put you to bed, little one. I don't want you to suffer from feeding me. You need your strength. It was just so hard to let go of you. Your blood is sweeter than it smelled. Your heart must be pure for it to be so sweet and wonderful."
Weakened, I still blush strongly. Even though I didn't want him to stop his feeding, I knew in my heart that he was right. I did need to eat something even though I didn't feel hungry. I also knew that I was very tired, but I'm sure that was from the orgasms as well as the blood loss. Lifting me like a child, he took to the sky again, this time arriving outside my dorm room window and hovering there. He opens the window and helps me inside. "I'll be right back, you change for bed. I'll bring you a sandwhich from the cafeteria and some juice or something. You need to get your strength back and build your blood up." While he was gone, I strip off my blouse, noticing a drop of blood on the collar and rinse it out with cold water. Taking off my bra, panties, skirt and shoes, I go and find a nightgown and sit down on the bed. Sooner than I expected, he appeared in my window again, this time climbing in carrying a sandwhich and a large glass of juice and a container of milk. "Eat this," he says smiling. I'm about to say no when I realize how hungry I am. After eating my sandwhich and drinking my milk and juice, I crawl into bed. Pulling the covers up over me and tucking me tightly into bed, he sits down on the edge of my bed stroking my hair gently. The next thing I know, I'm waking up, still tucked in the sheet and blanket tightly. The air conditioner for the dorm making the room feel chilled, but I can't help but think about my flight in the warm evening. If anything, my past has shown me that not all monsters are the same. I found out that some are as passionate as any human can be. I hope to see him again soon.