A
twist in the tale story
Night
Victims
The
young attractive blonde, wearing her bust-enhancing, leg-revealing silver dance
dress and matching six inch heels, poked her head out of the train carriage as
the train doors opened to glance up and down the platform, checking to ensure
it was deserted. The well lit station, so often packed to maximum capacity
during daylight hours, was silent and movement less at this late night hour.
She
stepped down from the middle carriage which housed the rail guard, and double-checked
back into the carriage to ascertain that the two rowdy young men in their hood
jackets had remained seated and weren’t going to continue their leering harassment
that she had endured the entire trip from the city to the outer suburbs. The overweight
guard, also checking along the platform to the front and rear of the carriages,
smiled and gave her a brief nod. He delayed sounding the bell once she had
safely cleared the gap and crossed the yellow safety line as he watched and
appreciated her scanty attire, she knew this, because she could feel his
prolonged gaze watching her every movement. She was sure he too was undressing
her with in his mind and was enjoying impure thoughts of how he craved to touch
and violate her body. Most men did; especially the ones with lesser morals and
integrity.
Head
down, and her nipples erecting and her skin shivering against the crispness of
the night air after the comfortingly warm and stuffy carriage, she hurriedly made
her way before the doors of the train even started to close towards the stairs
leading to the overpass, the stiletto heels clicking amplified in this dead
silence. Her red sporty Celica and a van parked in the spot next to it on the
driver’s side were the only two vehicles remaining in the commuter parking lot,
and she held her keys in her hand in readiness to arrive at a place of safety.
Behind
her, the guard’s bell finally sounded as she climbed the stairs, and she turned
her head to spy the carriage doors closing and then the train build up speed as
it coasted towards the last stop of its hour-long journey to the end of the
Western line. Once the train was disappearing down the line behind her, that is
when she heard double-footsteps following her, and panic set it.
She
quickened her pace as she rushed along the overpass, but so did the footsteps
behind her quicken their paces in response. She turned to gain a look at who
was following her as she travelled down the wide stairs. She couldn’t go any faster in these damn
heels, or else she could lose her balance and descend awkwardly and painfully
in a flailing of arms and legs. Two burly
men, their faces hidden beneath their hoods, were definitely following her. But
they weren’t the two men from the train.
These two had been come from a dark recess on the overpass. She was
alone and without any assistance.
“Hey,
sexy,” one of them called a short distance behind her, “why don’t you show us
your tits?”
He
and his mate laughed, before the other added, “how about you wrap that gorgeous
mouth of yours around my cock.”
Her
heart beating faster, as soon as she hit ground level, she almost ran across
the bitumen lot for her car. The two men
were closing the gap between them and her, and their ill intentions clearly
showed how foolish she had been to travel alone at such a late hour. They, with their strong builds and masculine
strength, could overpower her with ease, and she struggled to get inside her
car before they could bail her up or drag her into the bushes where she would
be a goner. It was clear, she was about
to become their next victim. One of them was carrying a crowbar. The strong smell
of bourbon was reaching her nostrils.
They
reached her just as she turned the key in the door lock. The larger guy removed
the keys from her hand and grabbed her firmly at the base of her neck. She
heard the van side door slide open, and the man holding her pushed her inside
after the other who had already climbed in. Before she could muster any resistance,
she was on her back, her legs were being forced apart, body weight was pinning
her down, and she was plunged into darkness when the door was slammed closed.
She
didn’t know how long she was in the van for, but when she stepped out her
ordeal over with, she tugged her skirt back down to regain her modesty. She
picked up her keys and opened her car door to sit down. Hands trembling with
the nights’ events, she startled when the passenger door opened, and an older
woman, immensely sexy for her age, climbed in.
“So,
Sandrine,” she said with a beaming smile on her face, “You’ll be pleased to
learn you have successfully passed tonight’s assessment with full marks.”
The
young woman beamed. “Thank you. It was
easy, really.”
The
older woman leant forward and wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of the
younger woman’s mouth with the padding of her long painted nail fingers.
“Those
sleazy males fall for it every time,” the young woman said.
“Yes,”
replied the matriarch vampire. “Short skirts and cleavage on show are perfect lures for getting your meals.
They’ve been waiting for you for the last three hours. Your acting is to be commended;
I bet they never saw your attack on them
coming.”
Sandrine
laughed. “No. And,” Sandrine said, nodding her head towards the white van, from
which there was no movement, “there’s still plenty blood left so the others can
have a meal tonight as well.”
“I
think I will have you teach young Ivory tomorrow night.”
“It
would be my pleasure,” Sandrine said, revving the Celica into life. “I think I
will stay in the city though. There’ll be a larger range to choose from if we
do it in the city.”
The End
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