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Clara looked bemusedly at him. “Are you done?” she asked quietly.
“What?” her response caught him off guard.
“I asked you if you were done. Are you?”
“I guess.”
“Last time I checked I didn’t have to ask permission to have a visitor in my own apartment. Would you like to know why Heather is here?”
All the steam had been taken out of his anger. “Sure.”
“Heather, why don’t you tell him why you are here.”
“I am here because Clara wants me to join you tonight.”
“And you do whatever Clara wants you to?”
“Yes, I do. Am I not good enough for you?”
“It’s not that.”
“I know that Clara is a vampire.” This declaration surprised him.
“Does she feed on you too?”
“No unfortunately I have a blood disorder that prevents me from offering myself to her.” Heather came and sat next to him on the sofa and Clara. “I would do anything to please Clara. She wants to make love to us both. What possibly can be wrong with that?”
“I keep asking myself that very same question. What does an young, attractive, successful woman want with me? And now her equally attractive lover is offering herself to me. What could possibly be wrong with that?”
Heather rubbed his thigh, “Come on. It will be fun. We both know how much fun Clara is and she said so many good things about you.” She leaned over and whispered, “Don’t you want to fuck me, Tom?” She knew she was getting to him as she started to nibble on his earlobe.
“Uhh,” He groaned. “Okay, okay but first I need a relaxer. Clara can you mix me up some of your tonic?” She had just returned from the bedroom.
“I have something good we can smoke.”
“That will work.” He watched Clara as she went to a drawer in the kitchen and came back with a large hand-rolled cigarette.
“If this doesn’t relax you, nothing will.” She lit the cigarette with a lighter and drew on it deeply. She sat down next to Heather, wrapped her arm around Heather’s neck as if to kiss her. Instead she blew a small and steady stream of smoke into her waiting mouth. “Here take a hit on this.” She said and handed it to Tom and he also took a deep draw. The smoke was less harsh than anything he had ever smoked before and had herbal hints, not as strong as cloves but noticeable none the less. They quietly passed the cigarette around until it was gone.
It didn’t take long for whatever drug was in the cigarette to take affect. The beige walls of the room began to show colors that hadn’t been there before. He wasn’t nervous because this time he was expecting it, not just expecting it but wanting it desperately. He watched as Clara grabbed Heather and pulled her to the middle of the room.
They began to sway and then dance in unison. Their dance turned into a striptease as if they had practiced this before. Pants and blouses came off like synchronous swimmers using the same hands at the same time. They stood there in their bra and panties swaying their hips to some music that only they could hear. After a minute of this they were naked, They continued to dance naked and his drug addled mind began to see them transform from two beautiful women to two snarling daughters of darkness and then back again.
Clara pulled Heather close and their bodies writhed together, grinding into each other. They turned to him and he could see their faces take on reptilian features. Their long tongues intertwining as they flicked in and out. Their eyes flashed red as blood and any sexual desire he had was immediately turned into terror.
The monsters grabbed him by the arms and pulled him towards the bedroom. Everything in him fought to get out of their grasp but they were too strong. His struggle lessened as they returned back to their female form. “C’mon Tom stop playing around. Clara wants this.” He opened his mouth but no words came out. Heather helped him out of his clothes and pulled him onto the bed and gave him a deep kiss. Her tongue was sweet and she smelled faintly of roses. He grabbed her close and felt the warmth of her body pressed against his. He could feel the bed sink a little as Clara joined them on the bed. He felt her cool hand on him as she kissed the back of his neck. Then it happened again. Heather’s features started to transform back into the reptilian snake-like creature that had terrified him so much just moments before. He recoiled under the featherlike touch of her reptilian tongue.
“What’s wrong with you, Tom?” Clara asked. He turned to see the same Clara he had always known. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw Heather had returned to her normal form. His body relaxed momentarily but he couldn’t keep his mind on the pleasure the women were trying to give him. Heather pushed him back and forced him to lay down. She mounted him and pulled Clara to her. She rocked back and forth on him as she kissed Clara deeply.
Tom screamed as the face of the priest appeared over Heather’s shoulder. The face disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Heather and Clara took his scream to be the sound of his orgasm and Heather rolled off him. They embraced and started to make love to each other. Tom was left to watch, waiting in terror at what might come out of the dark corners of the bedroom. Waiting for some other monster to grab him. He saw the dog man approaching his side of the bed. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. The women approached him and he could feel their sharp teeth on either side of his neck.
Epilogue
“That was the craziest crime scene I’ve ever seen Sarge. He was just curled up on the floor of that empty apartment, naked.” The third precinct had been abuzz for days about the bizarre nature of the crime.
“How did you wind up first on scene?”
“It’s on my beat. The neighbors were complaining about the smell. One of them stopped me and told me it was stinking up his apartment. I haven’t been a cop forever like you old guys but I know the smell of decomp when I smell it. The door was unlocked so I went in and there he was, just laying there.”
“Watch the old guy bullshit.” The sergeant said smiling. “Yeah, that smell never leaves you. “The ME’s report was wild too.” Said Sergeant Kruscyk. He died of a heart attack but all the blood had been drained from the body, post-mortem, the ME says he had been there for at least a week. The body had little scars all over it and two fresh cuts over the jugular and carotid.”
“There was no blood at the scene when I saw it. You would think that there would be blood all over the place with the carotid and the jugular cut.”
“Yeah, you would think.”
“Have you heard anything from the homicide guys on the case?”
“They said they have no leads. The landlord said he rented it to a young lady who paid for a year in cash in advance with a hefty deposit to cover any damage. There was no paper trail. She used fictitious ID.”
“They can’t ID the vic?”
“Not so far. They haven’t even been able to identify the victim. There was no identifying evidence on the body or anywhere in the apartment and the body doesn’t match any missing person’s reports.”
“That’s just crazy.”
“If you stay in this job as long as us old guys, you’ll see lots of crazy shit.”