Helena's Turning

Part 6

It is curious how resilient a person can be and how much they can go through to get what they need. A vampire, it seemed, needed some sleep at least and Helena somehow managed to find a way to grab some while she waited for Cabud to return. So far in his care she had only been able to snatch short naps through sheer exhaustion, but it still meant that she had no idea how long she had been in this building since her first feed.

When the door opened, Helena was startled to find that she had been asleep but felt refreshed for it. Cabud strode into the room and while she was still blinking the sleep from her eyes he came to stand over her. He bent down and dragged Helena to her feet, and the damp blanket fell away. He untied her arms and she felt a sensation that she guessed was the vampiric equivalent of pins and needles as the circulation returned. The physiological changes in her had made it so that the tight bonds could not cut it off completely but the sudden increase in blood flowing through her limbs had a distinctive feel to it. She noticed as soon as she could see them that her lower arms had been bruised by the rope but – now that the rope had been removed – the bruises were healing already.

After the abuse of the previous night (if night it had been) Helena expected more punishment. Instead, Cabud gently turned her back around to face him and embraced her tenderly, kissing her with passion that took Helena back to their first night together. The night that he had killed her and made love to her at one and the same time. She melted into his arms, knowing without needing to be told, that she should let her arms hang limp at her sides instead of returning the embrace. He did love her, despite all the things that he had put her through. When he held her like this, she knew that she would take it all. He had explained about his sadism, and she understood that she should submit to him.

She felt his kiss break from her lips and travel down over her chin, but in the dream of submission that she had created for herself, she did not think of what it meant until his enhanced canines forced their way through her skin and he started to suck on her neck. She knew in her mind that he was draining her again, and that this was not good for her, but the sensation stirred something far more primal in her. Cabud was now holding her with one arm only; the other hand had moved and was now between Helena's legs, and his fingers now pushed into her vagina. As he started to move them in and out, the combination of direct stimulation and the deep submission to Cabud's teeth brought Helena to a sudden orgasm that made her cry out and spasm with its force. Cabud instantly released her as her legs collapsed from beneath her, but she did not crumple in a heap, as she would have expected. It seemed as though she fell in slow motion, seeing Cabud's suddenly cold eyes gazing down at her. She did not hit the floor either. Then she knew that the same magic that had taken her to the nightclub for her first feed was at work here, and it was not just an illusion caused by the powerful climax whose tremors were still running through her.

"Stand up!" ordered Cabud firmly so she could not help but do so, despite still being wobbly. For the first time, it seemed, since she had arrived in this castle, he offered some form of clothing. It was just a cloak but it covered her and gave her some warmth so she accepted it gratefully. It hung open so that when she walked, everything was on view, but it was better than nothing.

"Come with me," Cabud told her, "I have a treat for you." Helena gave him her hand and he led her from the room with the table, fire and chair. She followed as he led her to a staircase and they descended further. After several turns, which gave Helena the impression once again of a very big building, he showed her a nondescript door and told her to go through.

As she entered she felt something that seemed familiar but for a moment she couldn't place it. The room was dark, but just before he turned on the light, Cabud asked, "How do you feel?" For a moment Helena did not know how to answer, but as soon as the light came on, she knew. Her voice seemed strange: greedy, aggressive and rasping.

"Hungry!"

The room was small. On a low table in the centre, beneath the single light bulb, lay a blonde woman in her late 20's or early 30's, who was securely fastened in place with heavy chains. She was slim, with smallish breasts, and spread-eagled on her back with her long hair spilling out around her head and down to the floor. When she heard Helena's answer she screamed. Helena shook her head, trying to reject the obvious inference. Her body and her instincts ignored the remnant of her conscience. Before the scream had died from the woman's lips Helena's fangs were out and her head was bending to take the bite.

"Please, no!" whispered the woman, "I didn't do anything!" The words meant nothing to Helena. Her mind was coursing with the thrill of having her prey helpless and ready to be eaten. She was hungry, drained by Cabud's kiss upstairs, and now it was time to feed. The woman's second scream rang out as Helena's fangs started to penetrate her throat but was cut off moments later as she plunged them deep. As the blood started to flow, Helena became like an animal, but with a cold, evil sense of what she was doing that revelled in it. She didn't just suck the blood now, but started to tear at her prey and rend the flesh between her teeth. The woman struggled against her bonds, but was unable to scream in the pain that she undoubtedly felt.

Cabud watched, enjoying as the woman looked at him in one last despairing, silent, pleading gesture before she quivered and died. She had been a business partner until she had started to talk a little too freely about his other habits, and in particular the existence of this place. The manner of her death pleased him greatly, for she had deserved something violent and bloody. Finding Helena had been a bonus that gave him the opportunity to do it this way. Helena's responses had also been better than expected, and she would clearly become a great asset and even successor.

Helena stopped only when there was no more blood to be drawn from the corpse. She stood, and could feel the energy in her bones and muscles. She knew everything about her had changed inside and she knew that she wanted to embrace everything about her new life.